I found a thread on the forums I frequent about chicks who lift. Not competitively, more like “You need to lift weights. Girls need to lift weights. Really. Your vagina will not stop you from lifting for fucks sake.” I liked weightlifting. I took it as my PE in college and loved it ever since. Aerobics? Suck. Step? Not that coordinated (really. I can play DDR but I can’t do more advanced step than what’s in WiiFit. And it sucks). Running? I’m not being chased. Lifting heavy things over and over? Weeeee got a winner. I dragged Tico back to the gym Sunday afternoon (blissfully uncrowded) and we sweated and almost passed out. If you haven’t been to the gym in almost a year, DO NOT TRY TO PICK UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF. Invigorated, we went back Monday. This time I was armed with a plan. I found a “Get In, Get Out, Go Home” workout. Which was perfect. Because we remembered why we stopped going. It’s fucking CROWDED after work. I hate that. So, after a quick warm up and we hit the weight floor, still hurting from Sunday. Success. In and out in about 45 minutes (including wait time for equipment).

Tuesday was declared cardio and stretch day. We walked to Fry’s. Yes, I know, it doesn’t appear far, but when you finish turning down various streets, into the parking lot, and heading all the way to the back of the lot, it’s about 1.5 miles one way. So we walked about three miles. Up inclines, over shitty landscaping rocks.

Wednesday was fuck off day.

Thursday…I got up at 6:30, left the house at 6:45 and got to the gym a little before 7. Yes. I was at the fucking gym at 7am. Again, get in, get out, go home. I was walking back to my car by 7:30. I was home, showered, and dressed by 7:50. We’ll see how this works out.