I’m getting around to fixing a few things on the site. I discovered the “read more” button and made the Krispy Kreme page into a post rather than it’s own page. I lost the comments on the page due to the move but the general gist of the comments were that you were lame if you could not handle the raisins.

I also updated my About Me page and I know some pics are different sizes but that is the way it will have to be. Some pics were small to start with, some have to be large so you can read text.

I’m still trying to change the title color so it’s readable but I’m having no luck so far. I’m not terribly concerned about this since the title and URL are the same. Maybe I will care when I think of something witty.

All this arguing with HTML has been a good disctraction for me tonight. I’m having some blood tests done in the morning and I have to fast for 12 hours beforehand. It makes me happy I broke down and got a room AC. Not drinking any water tonight would be murder if it were hot in here. Currently, it is just mildly annoying.

I had my personal training session at the gym and it was pretty useful. The trainer made me go in the meathead section and I felt terribly lame because I was just lifting the bar, no weights. My chest muscles on my left side are terribly weak due to my robot heart. When I lift weights using a bar, my right side just compensates for it. So I have to use a machine or dumb bells so I can independently lift each side. I am still kind of scared of the extra meaty section. It even looks menacing with it’s black floor and black machines. I’ll stick to the weird grandmas in the pool for now.

After a long day at work (thankfully no dead animals today) I decided to go swimming at the gym. I was dying to try on my new full coverage sport suit. It’s the kind of swimsuit my mom would approve. I worked out on the awful elliptical machine for a while and went upstairs to watch the swimmers without seeming creepy. I wanted to walk in and act like I swim all the time. I know the pool etiquette. I didn’t just almost walk into the mop closet. I’m cool. No one would know I haven’t actually swam laps in years!

Oh, except for when I stop mid lap, panting, and have to walk the rest of my lap. Swimming is hard! My poor little robot heart was ready to jump out of my chest.

I don’t know how long I stayed in the pool, I didn’t have my watch on me. I debated trying out the steam room but I saw a sign reading “No shaving in the steam room or sauna” and decided I did not need to sit around half naked with these people.

The whole locker room thing still bothers me. I never had to shower in gym in high school because we didn’t actually sweat. I don’t think our showers even worked. So I never got used to that whole changing in the open thing. Especially when some grandma is sitting next to me very slowly getting changed. I dried off twice with my swimsuit on and still she is fiddling with her shoes. What’s up old grandma, do you want to see my ass? Why does this old woman want to see my ass! Luckily, she left right before I took my suit off so I didn’t have to deal with the potential awkwardness of an ass fetish senior citizen.

I have to work from open to close tomorrow. I’m going to cry. 11 days left!

I made a page post all about Krispy Kreme bread pudding.

It has picture, too. Yay!

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I may have just had the healthiest 2 hours of my life!

I went to the gym and worked out on the elliptical machine. I brought music this time and tried to pace myself to go along with the tempo of the music(I had purposely uploaded all upbeat songs). I was doing fine for Tricky and Dropkick Murphy’s version of Fortunate Son but a few dancey songs kicked my ass and I was sure my legs would fly right off the machine.

When I got home I made salad with chicken and fruit smoothies. Those who know me know how rare it is that I eat salad at home. I was heckled me when I bought green things.

For an end to this wonderfully healthy night I feel I should go read a book, hug a child or maybe kill a party clown.

I saw the fireworks at The Taste last night. Nice show as always but what I really like is watching the flood of people heading into the streets after the fireworks are over. The roads are blocked off around the event but sometimes people rush streets that haven’t been blocked off and a few confused cars are surrounded by masses of teenagers running toward the el station.

It sound similar to what Malinda was describing at the Critical Mass bike ride. Thousands of bikers taking over the streets, except their streets were not blocked off by the friendly Chicago police.

I have some tickets left over so I’ll go back to the Taste and just enjoy being surrounded by sweaty masses of Chicagoans and tourists.

I took a cardio kickboxing class today at the gym. I almost quit halfway through it. It was insanely fast paced and focused so little on technique. I told the instructor it was my first time taking the class and she gave me the “go at your own pace, don’t die.” speech and said she does “basic drills that are easy to follow.” Then she launches into “right hook, jab, uppercut, roundhouse…” without explaining how to do any of those moves. It may be obvious to some people how to punch but I’m known for punching like a girl. A girl with long fingernails and no coordination. About halfway through class the instructor stopped to show the difference between a side and forward kick because some people were doing the wrong move.

The girl in front of me was no help. Her jab, block looked like she was dancing. And a friendly misogynist tried to give me words of encouragement. He said he only lasted halfway through his first class but then was determined not to let any girls show him up and kept going until he was “good as the girl instructor” (which he was not). I hope working out lets him forget about his 3 ex wives.
This makes me want to go to a real kickboxing class even more so I can learn some moves, how to throw controlled punches and how to kick without hurting my hips or knees. Letting a group of people flail for an hour and calling it a cardio workout seems like a good way to get injured and sweat a lot.

Next week, yoga.

Hahaha, I’m going to try to bend.