Ha HA! I started messing with my email server and I think I got it finished before midnight. A first for me! Usually I start screwing with my computer and hours later I’m tearing my hair out trying to figure out what I did wrong while wondering when I’m ever going to get to bed. Well, maybe we’ll find out that I didn’t actually “fix” things when I don’t get any email at all.

My timing at the gym appears to be a little off, too. Well, not about everything. I was there when the owner of St. Cupcake was there. Nothing is as attractive as a woman who makes red velvet cupcakes. My sister makes them too, and anyone will tell you she’s much better looking than I am. I know the owner of the cupcake store is married, but who doesn’t want to hang out with cupcake glitterati? It would only be better if there were bacon involved. But really, we were just doing a timed workout today: run around the block and then 21-15-9 reps of dumbbell clean and split jerks, then run around the block again. Believe me it’s hard. I’m getting tired just thinking about it.

In the earlier class I saw people going full-out and look like they were going to throw up from the exertion. On my first time around the block, I stopped to give some people directions to the Lucky Lab pub. Then I was saying hello to people I know from the other gym up the block and I was also chatting with the people I was running with. I again saw the people I gave directions to as I circled around the block and stopped to clarify my directions. I even had to run back because I realized I gave them the wrong street name. All this led to my being behind the Deputy District Attorney (another workout buddy who isn’t a yoot) and having to sprint at the very end of the workout to catch him. I didn’t come in first, but I think we were tied.

My sister will tell you that I talk too much and I talk even more when I’ve been drinking. This may be to my detriment as I end up chatting up people when I’m supposed to be working or working out. I suppose it’s my curse.

Oh, I was told today that we’re doing the “Fran” workout on Thursday. Every time I think about it, I start getting tense and I have to remind myself to breathe.