Weird dreams and sore muscles.

I used to have to this dream when I was little, and I'm talking like 6 or 7 years old, that a Tyrannosaurus rex was terrorizing the neighborhood. This dinosaur would be stomping down the street, crashing into houses and eating people. Right before the T-Rex got to our house I would wake up screaming. I bet my mom loved that.

Yesterday I dreamt about the dinosaur again. This time it wasn't on my street, though. I was at the mall and the dinosaur attacked there. People were running all over the place trying to find hiding places, but it was hard because we had no idea where the dinosaur was coming from. At one point, a bunch of people were hiding in JCPenney but the T-Rex busted through the glass doors with his head and got his jaws in. In the dream all I cared about was hiding from it, staying out of it's path and remaining alive until somebody came and killed it. Eventually the T-rex was killed and we all left the mall. The parking lot was a mess and my car had been crushed. That's when I woke up.


So, on top of weird dreams, I now have sore muscles. Not from the dream. That would be some cool shit, though. Imagine dreaming that you are doing something physical and waking up sore. Anyway, I took a Body Pump class at the gym tonight. *vomit* Seriously, I thought I was going to either puke or pass out a the 45 minute mark. I'm not the most coordinated person, but luckily there were a couple other people taking the class who were overweight and uncoordinated. You know that saying about the bull in the china shop? Yeah, that's how I felt. Afterwards I talked to the Body Pump instructor girl (who has an incredible body, btw) and I told her how I felt. She was very encouraging and told me that's ok, just keep coming, etc, etc. I like it when really fit people at the gym encourage the fat girl. She started to lose me after that when the words "fitness magic" came out of her mouth. WTF is fitness magic, you might ask. Apparently, it's the little things that she can add to the class. Huh? She said that she didn't have time to go over her class notes that day so she was lacking. I hate to admit it, but I think I understand what she was talking about. "Fitness magic" though?

After the class I went and walked for 20 minutes. When I got off the treadmill, my legs felt like jello. I'm thinking "oh crap, I'm not supposed to be this sore until tomorrow, not an hour later!" I'm guessing that after I sleep I'm not going to be able to walk. It's going to be 2 days of having to walk my hands down the bathroom wall to sit on the toilet. Fun, fun stuff. One of the personal trainers, Richie, told me to go eat a banana. I'm going to walk this morning and hope that helps.

Oh, and if any of my spelling is really messed up, it's Blogger's fault. The spellcheck isn't working.