Magda's House of Pain: The Return
I re-started my sessions with Magda yesterday. It was so nice to get back in the gym after my month off. What isn't nice, however, is how my thighs feel today. Usually Magda only has me working with Kettle Bells for half the session... not yesterday. Oh no, it was an hour of weights with handles and squats. Oh. Damn. I. Hurt. This has made today quite interesting as I waddle around the office trying to get things back in order. In good news, I finished my last set of program materials last night. Yes... that means that all FIVE books are written and sent to the printer. *phew*
The most notable part of the workout was when Magda looked at me and said, "you look so happy today." Its amazing what sleeping in my own bed and working from home for a day will do to one's spirits. It was also nice to wake up at 6am and have the sun already up. I can say that now that I'm no longer fasting. On the other hand, I was thinking about how sassy I've been the past few months and how not happy I'm sure I looked as Magda handed me a 20kg ball of steel with a handle. Here's to hoping this phase is behind me. I'm looking at these last two months at Club Newport much like I looked at the end of my senior year -- live it up before you go to law school and fun dies. While its not nearly as significant as graduating, closing these two years is going to be slightly surreal. I look forward to August now, but get back to me as I sit in the empty on-site office, crying, on August 8th.
With that... 2 hours until the observation of my 24th birthday begins. I have a feeling a personalized sombrero is in my near future.
The most notable part of the workout was when Magda looked at me and said, "you look so happy today." Its amazing what sleeping in my own bed and working from home for a day will do to one's spirits. It was also nice to wake up at 6am and have the sun already up. I can say that now that I'm no longer fasting. On the other hand, I was thinking about how sassy I've been the past few months and how not happy I'm sure I looked as Magda handed me a 20kg ball of steel with a handle. Here's to hoping this phase is behind me. I'm looking at these last two months at Club Newport much like I looked at the end of my senior year -- live it up before you go to law school and fun dies. While its not nearly as significant as graduating, closing these two years is going to be slightly surreal. I look forward to August now, but get back to me as I sit in the empty on-site office, crying, on August 8th.
With that... 2 hours until the observation of my 24th birthday begins. I have a feeling a personalized sombrero is in my near future.