My god...is it August 1st yet? I am on the last of 15 reports for the month, and frankly, I'm a bit out of it. Plus, every time there is a phone call, knock on the door, or email from anyone requesting me do anything else, I have this almost undeniable urge to throttle the person doing the requesting.
Anyway, yesterday ended up being a bit more interesting than I had anticipated. I finally made the move back to my old gym after slumming at the YMCA for over a year. I really have nothing against the Y in general, but the National Institute of Fitness and Sport (NIFS) was my first gym, so I'll always compare subsequent gyms to that one. It also has an abundance of equipment and is pretty state of the art. So, when I arrived at the antiquated and small YMCA in downtown Indy with my wonderful work discount in hand, I just never really hit my groove. It has pretty much the same equipment, albeit older and in a cramped room, and while NIFS always got crowded during the usual post-work times, it just seemed to irritate me more at the Y. Maybe its because NIFS becomes crowded with hot medical students from IUPUI, and the YMCA becomes crowded with old people who probably need medical attention. Ah yes....how I missed the eye candy. *sigh* The thing that I really missed the most was all the wonderful classes that you can take at NIFS. While the Y had a few, there just wasn't the same opportunities there, and I figured it was worth paying double for what really amounts to group personal training. Now I just have to get the guts up to go to Kickboxing tonight, because, since it has been so long, I'm sure I'll look like I'm having a full-motion, grand mal seizure like I did the first time I ever took the class. Oy!
After doing a pretty horrible workout, which was mainly due to the fact that it has been almost a month since I had lifted anything, I came home and fixed dinner, with the intention of plopping on the couch, playing some Wii, watching Project Runway, and going to bed. Well, around 7:45, my phone starts to light up with text messages from a drunk friend who never really texts me, and he was demanding I come down to Olly's to get a cocktail. I threw caution to the wind, and after meeting up with him and after he left an hour later, I hung out with members of the Pride Mafia and Romeo until way later than I should have. I then came home, drunkenly watched Project Runway, woke up when they eliminated the only one I even considered remotely cute, and then I went in and passed out on the bed.
So, since I didn't really get a good handle on the Runway episode, there will not be a review today, but frankly, if Suede continues to win and I have to listen to his third person references and Magda's continued abuse of the English language-iscious, then I may start wishing for the sweet release of death.
2 comments:
Yikes - the NIFS name sounds like it should be some kind of institution (and not the good kind).
Well, it is a an institution where hot college students go to flaunt the fact they still have metabolism.
Hmmm..hot baseball guys there today *sigh*
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