Thursday, Oct. 09, 2003
Dear Diary:

Doesn't it just tick you off when you're in some public place such as a theatre and someone has decided to go there even though they are coughing, sniffling and just generally spraying pestilence in a large arc around them?

I know. Me too.

Did I mention that yesterday I went to the gym even though I'm not exactly healthy?

I know. It was a very thoughtless thing to do but you have to understand I have my needs. After a week of not working out I could literally feel my body turning to marshmallow. I'm already pasty and white--do we need the additional horror of marshmallow textured Marn?

I THINK NOT.

It was pitiful, really. I did a half hour of cardio, but I had problems breathing so I had to take it slow. I wanted to do some strength training, but squats, skull crushers, dead lifts were right off the docket. I did some puny stuff with hand weights and at one point found myself dropping down to the brightly coloured, plastic covered Barbie barbells. The Barbie barbells. Eight pounds.

Oh, the pain. Oh, the humiliation.

I was careful to wash down everything I touched with the cleaning solution and paper towels my gym supplies but I doubt it has the microbe killing powers necessary to deal with the cold cootie I was distributing. I take comfort from the fact the gym was nearly empty while I was there because the sane people were outdoors enjoying the glorious Indian Summer weather we've been having here for the last few days.

Tomorrow I head back for an appointment with my trainer. We're going to completely tear apart my workout. I'm restless. I need a change, a new challenge.

While my friend Annie was here she tackled this enormous mountain of wood that was sitting out in front of our woodshed and got a fair amount of it stacked. You know how they say friends help you move and real friends help you move bodies? Well I'd like to add that the best friends of all help you move wood.

Both the spousal unit and I had been overwhelmed by the enormity of the job, neither of us could face it, but now that she's got it started it doesn't seem so impossible. The spousal unit has been on my case, gently, about getting it done. After all, if I do it that frees him up to work on my office.

When I was talking to the spousal unit last night about needing a new physical challenge now that the Jog for the Jugs is finished, he again mentioned that there is a buttload of wood to stack and that would be a great physical challenge.

It was all I could do not to roll my eyes. He still doesn't get it. When oh when will he learn that my new muscles and fitness are simply for show, that they are Gym Muscles and that the delicate flowers were never, ever meant to do anything practical such as *shudder* work?

Work. Using my muscles for work. Really, sometimes, that man gets some of the strangest notions in his head, eh?

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 450.98 miles (716.6 kilometers)
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Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers

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