iPods, Tennis Shoes, Wine, and Thunder Thighs

Its December 27th, smack dab in the middle of that week where employees and management alike are about .0000000001% as productive as they are supposed to be. But tis the season I suppose. I returned from my extended trip to Little Rock on Monday night and have decided that my thighs (along with gut and spare tire) have overstayed their welcome on my body. So armed with my new workout tools i.e. iPod (thanks Debbie) and my cheap-o Nike's I have made my triumphant return to the gym.

My gym is beautiful. Its one of those big city gyms that you see on Sex and the City. It is on the top of a building in downtown and the ceiling is all glass so while you sweat you get to look out at the incredible Dallas nightline. The only problem with said gym is that there are about 200 people (men and women) in attendance who seem to have been created in a test tube and given all of the genes necessary to have the perfect example body.

One woman, that teaches the spin class, appears to have let her infant draw on her stomach with a charcoal pencil for she had the most defined abs EVER, period.

So I decided that I am going to hold myself accountable to all of you avid readers of my blog. All 2 of you. THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT. I have also decided that I am going to try and get a blog AT LEAST every other day to let you know what is happening in my life. Also at the end of every blog I am going to include my activities for the night before letting you know if I worked out or not.

I have in fact worked out the past two nights. Today sitting at my desk, I sort of feel like I have been run over by a freight train. My thighs are tight and I can barely walk. I woke up this morning and thought to myself, I might die trying to get out of dead. The pain in my legs was SO incredible that it took me 10 minutes to just stand up. No pain, no gain I guess.

To Shannon and Vic, I know that this blog isn't very funny but then again, what is funny about working out. Just imagine me with my earbuds in, iPod strapped to my arm dancing to I'm A Slave for You by Ms. Spears (that is pre-insane I am going to marry unwashed trailer trash and then have his baby).

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY and more to come.

I will be in Little Rock for New Years listening to B-side play at STICKY FINGERS with my lovah. CAN"T WAIT!!!!!