The wrath of Rod

You know, when I decided to ask for a gym membership for my birthday, I just wasn't thinking clearly. I've gone faithfully for two weeks, and I've actually never begrudged a session. I'm excited about going, ecstatic that I'm running again, and motivated to get me a set of coconuts (deltoids) on those shoulders of mine. I've done everything Rod has asked me to do except for the creatine because that crap is expensive and because it creeps me out. So at today's weigh in, Rod was disappointed. I lost 6 lbs. I'm supposed to gain weight, not lose it. Rod didn't chastise me (which was a shame because his accent is so hot); instead, he looked at me like an owner looks at his dog when she eats junkie vomit (like that one, G?). I just have to "keep at it and add protein supplements to my diet."

I can't afford protein supplements bc thanks to this full time school thing I'm on a fixed income, so I guess I'll have to up my lentil ration. The next weigh in and fat testing thingy is in 2 weeks. Hopefully, I'll pass. It's right at finals, though, so I doubt it.

In other news, the SFV has inspired me to make a gingerbread high rise, only I'm using graham crackers because I'm a cheater and entirely not as cool as she. And I've enjoyed 3 full days of nothingness, during which time I've found a new fascination with jigsaw puzzles online, catching up on reading, watching Firefly,of course, and even scrapbooking. I scrapbooked ONE WHOLE PAGE and then lost interest, but I scrapbooked ONE WHOLE PAGE. I'm so crafty now. I had a candy cane martini while doing it, though, so it gave a whole new meaning to craft night. [Explanation of link: after that tainted night, Glinda and I vowed to do craft nights instead of drinking].

Now, I guess I should work on my final, but I really don't want to. Maybe tomorrow. I'm liking this doing nothing thing.

Geez

Rosemary is $5 for a little bitty jar thingy at the store. Good lord. I wasn't about to look at the saffron after that. WTF is with Lubbock? Seriously, I thought it would be cheaper to shop here, but everything is a good 50 cents to $3 more. Unbelievable.

Well, did my workout. Rod would be proud. Everything's burning nicely. And I found out today that I have a strong network of centrality, which basically means I'm well liked amongst the grad students. Who knew? Apparently, since I backed out on the social on Friday night, everyone else dropped. I got a sad phone message from the organizer who blamed it all on me. Cranky moves. People follow. Not my fault. Trust me, I was punished enough with all the writing I did.

Ok, now it's time to watch Garden State and drink some eggnog. Mmmm. Eggnog. I love this time of year, and I ADORE the fact that I get to do NOTHING tonight!

ok and might I add

the 10-15 miles per week doesn't include my long runs. Rod said I could back off on kickboxing and powerlifting when the runs got long, but no slacking on the weight training.

Bite me, Rod.

hard. 2. type

Oh man oh man. Asking for a gym membership for Kimday was a bad idea. It's nearing snow season here, and it gets dark early. With the crazy schedule I keep, I've found that I haven't had time to run in a month. So what did I want for Kimday? Money towards a gym membership.

First off, I have to say that I got a good deal on it. I got them to waive the $150 app fee and take 50% off each month. So it's 25 a month to make me feel like shit. So today I have my fitness assessment. I'm thinking, no big deal, a couple of calipers and a scale. it's my nightmare, but I'll make it through. Um, no.

the damn thing lasted an hour. He tested everything and made me feel adequately bad about myself but in a charming James Bond sort of way (British accent). I'm underweight and have too low a BMI, but my body fat percentage is not in the excellent range. it's only acceptable. That's like getting a C in body fat class and an F in the other 2. Ugh. So I'm supposed to put on weight and lose a couple of percentages of body fat to reach happy excellent status.

So what does Rod make me do? Yes, his name is Rod, pronounced so elegantly from his lips. He kills my ass. Full body workout isn't what I thought a full body workout was. I'm thinkin a couple of squats, some lunges, work my way around the little machines a bit. This man is a sadist. He made me do every exercise in the book. An HOUR! I worked out muscles I didn't even know I had! And now, I have difficulty using whatever muscle helps me push the shift key. And washing my hair hurt. Oh god.

I don't know which one did it, but it killed me. And so he gives me my workout plan. I can keep with my running schedule, but I have to add 3X week full body workout, one powerlifting class, one yoga class and kickboxing. He says my body was made to kickbox. I was born for it. Ok, Rod. I mean, when he talks to me, I just say ok bc of the accent, but now I'm home and mad. Are you shitting me? Log 10-15 miles a week plus yoga, powerlifting, weight training, and kickboxing? Guh. I have to do it for a month, or I can't quit and get my money back. We'll see. Oh god.