The View From Kalamazoo

So with my happy back issues in mind I decided to sign up for more personal training with Olga since I want to focus on my abs and trunk more, in general, but I don’t know which machines to go with, what machines targets what – and more importantly what machines or exercises will send me crying to my neurosurgeon (who is also, apparently, a member of the same gym…but I digress) for good drugs and (more) frightening surgery. Hans House of Pain is back, my friends.

Mach schnell! Mach schnell!

So this has been two weeks now and she’s kicking my ass working me hard. More bizarre shit with weighted medicine balls – happy, happy, joy, joy. Everyone, apparently, is noticing my Ahhhnold-ette physique except moi. I’m getting into more of my pre-Colin wardrobe, and that’s a Good Thing.

I’m taking a break from the bellydance class for the next 6-week session, tho. I need to finish my paper* (!!!) before I step up to give it next week (!!!) and I want to take some annual leave and get the heck out of dodge for a few days. Will likely head to St. L. to visit a friend and then south to locales in the glorious Ozarks to enjoy the starry canopy without the interference of city lights, good coffee with real cream, and a labyrinth mowed into a large field for lovely 45-minute walking meditation. Without children. Anywhere. Near. Mine or anyone else’s. Oh yeah, baby…

[*why the heck to I have to be first?! first paper, first session, non-concurrent sessions!!! no pressure, noooooo pressure…]