I have actually had lots on my mind to post about lately. But I haven't. Some excuse about time comes to mind...so I'll use it. I must tell you that an update on Frieda is sorely needed, as there has been some suspicious behavior in the apartment above our front door. But that will have to wait. The pressing news of the day is...

We have actually joined a gym and I worked out officially for the first time in oh 8 years or so. I have a friend, several actually, but one in particular who is double agenting as my fun and laughing (usually at me) workout buddy and my drill sergeant personal trainer. This is a good thing. And we are meeting at the gym this morning. She is my friend. I like her....but...

I don't want to go.

It is that simple. See, muscle groups that are not stretched and moved become lazy...or nonexistent. (ask me about the crunch machine if you debate any part of the above statement.) I know what she made us do on Thursday because I can now identify and locate each individual muscle strand that is screaming out to me...."Why did you do this to us? What did we ever do to you? We were happy in our leisurely existence!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" (this discomfort is compounded by the fact that I fried myself like bacon at the pool yesterday...again, a different story) (and no, I certainly would not exaggerate these claims)

But I will go. And I will submit to the regimen given to me. (most likely accompanied by a lot of extraneous comments and contorted expressions) And I will be buff. And we will still be friends.

We will be friends in buff-ness. I kind of like the drill sergeant thing. Let's hope it doesn't go to my head.

If it does...I'll let you know. (snicker)

Stephanut,

I'm totally against exercise. Every once in a while I give a whirl and remember why I swore off of it years ago. All it causes is misery. No pain, no gain?!? Okay, I say no pain.

Hope you survive.

Kim

Hi Kim!

I hope I survive too! It is fun doing it with a buddy. Otherwise, I would be "outta here!"

Hugs!
Stephanut