OK, I've been blogging less than a week and I've already missed a training run yesterday. Apparently, arguing with dear husband over something trivial seemed like more fun. What in the world was I thinking?
Today I met my good friend and trainer Melissa for a workout. Now Melissa is about 5'2" and about as nice as a person can be. She will smile and laugh as you sweat and give your last ounce of strength to the exercise she is putting you through. I usually use her nickname the day after one of our training sessions - La Jose Bag. (That's pronounced like the Latino name Jose.) BTW, that is Deborah-eese for hose bag. It really is meant (and taken) in a friendly way.
Needless to say she did what she does very well. I'm walking on a pair of spaghetti legs and feel like I had the best workout in weeks. I'm not sure if I feel this weak after a marathon. Good job Jose!
Doesn't she look like such a nice girl? Don't fall for it! There is a deep evil streak there.
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If I'm feeling good later this evening I'll try and make up the run I missed last night. |