Pulled In Many Directions

Not-so-daily rambings about my life and my thoughts

Monday, May 02, 2005

My Trainer Is Trying To Kill Me

I'm only saying that because it makes me feel better than if I (told the truth) and said "Going to the gym has made me feel like a fat, weak, uncoordinated cream-puff." Also, working out the reasons why he wants to have me killed will surely make the time on the Stair Master go by quicker, right?

Apparently I am also some freak of nature whose right side is much stronger than her left, and her bottom half is much stronger than her top. So I guess if I ever get into trouble, I'll start hopping on my left foot, kicking with my right foot, and pray that the person is just stunned by my display of foolishness and leaves me alone.