DS Total Words Written... 46,266
Exercise Done... 1 death hour

So. Yesterday, Tammy asked me if I wanted to go train with her, as her training partner couldn't make it. Joey wouldn't mind having me, she said. The place is small, though, and he can only have two at a time.

So, sure. Why not? I borrowed some yoga pants from her and we headed out.

Joey is a @##$!%%@&*@@! sadist at heart. Though he has totally reshaped Tammy's body in the year plus he's been working with her, and I will totally steal some of his workout ideas that I can do at home. But still.

That said, however, I did more squats in that one hour than I've ever done in - ever. EVER. Not to mention the abs work. Apparently on Mondays, Tammy gets the arms and abs worked, Wednesdays it's the legs and abs.

Exhausting. I can feel the effects today - legs still sore (in a good way), abs too. Now I just need to figure out how to work out again - perhaps on Saturday - to keep up the good effect. Walking in snow apparently isn't enough exercise for me...

As for Joey - he's 24 and came from an overweight childhood. Now he's all solid muscle. Not bulgy - just solid. Cute, too, and has a lovely woman and little girl to keep him company.

But he has no idea how hard this exercise stuff is for those of us who are almost fifty.

No freaking clue.

Okay. Back to writing. Haven't gotten enough words done this morning...yet.