I've been working out at the YMCA for a month and a week now and I can't say enough good things about it. Screw the fancy clubs with fraternity freaks. I like real people, nice machines and a 70s backdrop. I feel like a boxer training hard except for the training hard part. I do a cardio/weights combo that gives me a subtle definition only visible to myself and a scientist with a microscope. But I feel great and my energy level is skyrocketing into normalville.
I also don't feel sick or sad as much. YAY! It's got a sauna, whirlpool and steam room also. And this one lady that works there is really awesome and we watch TV together and yell at the people while I pre-stretch. She's my Athens Grandma and she can sass you and pray for you in the same day. We watch Dr. Phil mostly. She told me that "the guy who touched his daughter's peepee" will be on tomorrow night. We hate that guy. Now it turns out he slept with a 12 year old.
Unfortunately, I have my shitastic endorsement class till 8 tomorrow with a scary group of teachers. There are a few gems, but mostly just over-enthused women who are OCD about their job and can stay on one topic for an hour. I try to pick up wireless and surf the net mostly.
Last class I was told that my lateness was becoming a problem.
Maybe my attendance will about to be as well, beotches. I hate that class.
It's 10pm and I already feel guilty for not being ready for bed. Sigh. The life of a public school teacher. One more sememster.
Nighty night.
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