Leg day

Today was leg day at the gym. Dan the trainer had me do some different stuff. Thank goodness he didn't have me stepping up and down on that box thing. I hate that. The squats he made me do instead sucked, too though.

He was kinda punchy today, and maybe a little hopped up on goofballs. I was tying my shoes when he yelled out of the office "why don't we skip the work out and just go do it?" Why doesn't he just say it a little louder so the people at the gym who don't think we are screwing start thinking it? Hell, he keeps it up and I might start thinking it.

Another one of the trainers was in a weird mood, too. His name is Dave the trainer. While I was doing seated leg curls, he came over and started dancing in front of me. I know one person who reads this blog knows Dave and can appreciate that image. I'm glad these guys are so crazy because it keeps the workouts interesting

It was a good workout day. Legs with Dan, then 35 minutes on the treadmill. My legs already feel like jello. On top of that, I wore high heels tonight to a wedding shower. At first I typed "high hells". Typo or my subconscious trying to say what I really feel about it? Hmmm. And was I referring to the heels or the shower? Maybe both.