i signed up with a personal trainer at my club a few weeks ago, and had my third session today.
i am officially paying someone to kick my ass. especially today, when i was late due to circumstances beyond my control at work. so because i was about 20 minutes late, she wanted to make sure i never arrived late again. her plan worked -- i totally, dramatically, thought i was going to die. between the stair climber she subjected me to (the hard-ass one with the actual stairs) and the intense strength-training workout. at the end, she looked at me and said, "bet you're not gonna be late again, eh?" TRUE.
last session, i didn't eat a proper lunch beforehand, so i felt like utter crap and thought i was going to faint. again, another mistake i'll never repeat.
repeat after me: this will not become a workout blog. this will not become a workout blog. this will not...
i've had a headache all day long. maybe not enough water. am trying to remedy that now.
at some point i want to recap my calgary/seattle trip.
i went to los angeles for the day, week before last, on my first business trip. left on the 6a flight, and was back at 6p. that's a long day, lemme tell you. i went to a one-day conference and hopefully made some contacts for future business endeavors. i treated myself to lunch at encounter, which was exactly the daily amount of kitsch i needed.
delicious cobb salad (no egg) for lunch, with an obscene amount of blue cheese
the shindig was done early, and i had a couple of hours to kill before my flight, so i took a drive in the area surrounding the airport. i ended up in inglewood (always up to no good) and bought some bitchin' sunglasses at marshall's. or was it ross? driving back to drop off the rental car i saw so many lightening flashes. i thought it never rained in southern california. or so tony! toni! tone! said.
i'm watching "synecdoche, new york" right now, and have conflicting feelings about it. i wanted to like it so badly, but just can't seem to bring myself to do so. i'm not arty enough for it.
sunday was my mother's 60th birthday. my dad, mom and her best friend of 50 (!) years spent the weekend in S.F. my sister and john were too cheap to spring for their own hotel room, so they just came up for shopping saturday afternoon and dinner. saturday evening i went to the 30th birthday party of a friend from college who lives in S.F. good times were had.
early sunday morning my mom and i had appointments at bliss, a massage for me and a facial for her. we hung out here for several hours before heading to meet my dad at the giants game. it was a shame we wasted the fourth ticket we had, but my mom's friend bailed early, as per usual, and my sister and john were hungover from a party they attended the night before and didn't want to drive up. their loss -- it was amazing to see schierholtz's inside the park home run and the giants sweep the As. i'm looking forward to going to monday's game in oakland and cheering on another giants victory.