This morning I finished my first ever hour-long weight class. That was interesting to say the least! I did the smallest weight I could for every exercise and it still kicked my hiny. I was so impressed by some of the people in that class. The guy right in front of me really looked like he was at least 75 years old and he did 3 times the weight than I and held up better throughout the class. I want to age like that! Then there was the lady that must have been 7 months pregnant that was just tough as nails! Wow. It would really be good for my overall health to do something like this a couple of times a week. And my kids love the play place. It's really clean and has fun stuff like a rock wall for them to climb etc. The catch is that it costs money. Choices, choices. ************************************************* Soooo, I just got back from my run and I am still freaking out! Weirdest, scariest run of all time for me. Christine wasn't able to run tonight so I ended up just going with Sparky. I forgot my pepper spray. So I was running around a neighborhood after 9 pm and a van pulled up next to me. At first I thought it was someone that I knew, but it wasn't. They passed me really slowly and pulled to the side of the road. When I passed them, they drove along side of me at my pace--much too close for comfort. Then we turned a corner and I realized I was heading right into the secluded back stretch in that neighborhood that is NOT lit. I got a serious case of the willies and cut across a yard and turned around to go the other way. The van immediately sped up. The way the neighborhood loops around I knew that if the van wanted to, it could be back to me in just a few minutes. I picked up the pace a bit, but I did not see the van again. But just as I was about to leave the neighborhood 2 really huge scary looking guys started walking purposefully towards me. And, of course, being in a really freaked out state of mind I was convinced it was the creepy driver of the van and his blood-thirsty accomplice. He he. But Sparky came to the rescue! He growled quite menacingly as they approached, the guys gave me a wide berth, and I skeedaddled home with my tail between my legs. I've spent a lot of time trying to teach Sparky not to bark at people--for once I was grateful he's so over-protective. I promise I will not run alone after 9 pm ever again! Sparky was bushed after 2.7 and could not be persuaded to run more, and our treadmill is on the blitz again, so today will just have to be short, cuz' I'm not going out there again alone!
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