Take Your Medicine

It is 7:30 in the morning on a Saturday. I have 15 minutes before we get in the van and go to the weight class that makes me feel like the weakest individual alive. I'm a little more scared this time, knowing what lies ahead, but I figure it is best to take your medicine, even if it tastes like poo. But it is really hard to be dying from dips when this beautiful girl in front of you is doing double time. I just start staring at people and, this girl I just mentioned, really confused me because I don't think she has any hair on her body. Her arms looked hairless! And that made me a little self conscious all of a sudden, like, oh, should I have left my hair at home? WHAT?? SHE should be self conscious! Who does that? Anyway, the icing on the cake, as mentioned in the last post, is that my 60 year old aunt and her friend can totally handle this work out and I'm like a young struggling tub of butter to them. Gross.

Carl and I met my aunt and uncle for dinner last night on the waterfront in the "Third Ward." The TW is a very swanky/yuppie area; picture all old warehouse conversions to loft space and very designed shops. What's bizarre about it is that it is sectioned off from the rest of the city by water which causes is to be a severely single income level area. So, while it is nice, it is also sort of like a wealthy suburb with cooler digs. I think I finally understand what they are trying to do at the Navy Yard in Philly.

I got my phone!