Hello Muddah, Hello Foddah

Camp is better today. My muscles are less sore. Kickboxing this morning was actually fun again. My legs felt okay running and my training session seemed good. The only snag was I had to go back to my old workout shoes and they were rubbing the skin off one heal. A bandaid and socks did not help much. I may have to actually break down and buy new shoes.

It is Friday which means weigh-in day. I am actually down 3 pounds this week. I am must admit that is no Biggest Loser number by far but I worked hard and stuck to my plan and I will take it. So I believe that puts my loss at 74 pounds. Yeah for fat camp!

So I need to gossip about the other campers (meaning the other class members at the lady's gym). When you attend classes at night, it is usually with women who have jobs (including the instructors) so they are a bit mellow (or beat-down perhaps). It is a good workout. I enjoy it, especially after a day of working with lots of children. It is my calm time and my release of stress time.

The clientele in the mornings is a whole different world. They are stay at home moms, other fitness instructors, retirees, college students and the unemployed. Boy can they be freaky. Sometimes there is lots of hooting, which I am not accustomed to. Sometimes people look hungover (I am so talking to you two college girls who show up in your pajamas). Sometimes people are on a serious high (hello fitness instructors). You know the ones. They are taking it beyond level two and taking flying leaps through the air between moves. They know the next move before it is called. They want everyone to give high fives (lame). When you are tired and sore, they are really annoying.

This turbo kickboxing class already has an instructor who does not call very well and she keeps handing the mic over to other class members for them to call and they are worse. Turbos are super fast. I need someone who knows what they are doing. The night instructor is very focused and would never turn the mic over to a rookie. I am still going so it is not that bad. I just hate change. I am sure I will grow to like them as well, I shall give them time.

So enough of my pleasantries. I want to spend sometime reading your blogs. Tonight we are having a cookout. No smores though. Now that I type it, it sounds sooooo good. Until tomorrow!