To end the rapture. . .

Dateline: Yesterday. 5 June 2007. Too flippin' tired (not flipping tires) to swing in the AM so I got my 100 + 20 with old Ivan, the 88lb. bastard, at my 1830 Intermediate Level KB Class. Felt good. Hit some wheels too.

So this weekend should be cool, nice and laid back, maybe go to the lake and politely decline my friend's cream-cheese stuffed mushroom and cream cheese stuffed jalapeno-wrap Whores Ovaries. I love them but cream cheese is not conducive to rolling out a sexy body in the summer time. So I'll offend the whole family, BUMMER!

I will, however, make sweet love to a two foot hoagie on Saturday 16 June while
A: Sarah is in Florida
B: UFC 72 "VICTORY" airs on PPV at 1500, live from Belfast (that should be sick)
C: I watch "Sands of Iwo Jima" after the fights.

I pledge to make that my next dedicated Junk Food day. I have a meeting with a client tonight that may invovle a glass of vino, but I'll stay the course.

Thinking 2 sets of 50 Transfer swings today for my 100. Though I made this pledge, I might actually insert a rest day before I leave for St. Paul on Thursday 21 June. My hammies have felt tight like piano wire the last 2 days, and downward facing dog just hasn't cut it. In addition, there is a BIG event for me June 18Th, as myself, buddy Mike, and fellow trainer/client and ridiculously built mother of two Nancy McKenna take a shot at the 300 Workout at a gym in West Chester, PA (a neighboring Village wrought with popped collars and plastic mammary sacks-not cool!).

I'm not a fan of workouts like the 300, but I did mention it to Mike, which is a bad idea, cause Mike will go all out in everything, no matter what his skill level is at any event. If I mentioned a Hot Dog eating contest, Mike would be boiling brats in like 10 minutes, and calling me to ask how many "I" could eat in 5 minutes. He's an awesome competitor, as are many of my clients, who motivates me to get more. I bailed on a workout two weeks ago, and he calls me the next day asking if "this number was the slacker hot line". My balls shriveled, and then I did 100 swings to drop those bad boys down to 98 degree temperature.

So I'm psyched. Good weekends lined up all through July, and no school for another 4 weeks YEAH! And when I do start up again it's American History II in an Air Conditioned room from 0900-1130 TWR less than 3 miles from my house. I'm pledging to ride my bike there any day I can.

A quick shout out to the fellow bloggers Tracy, Christine, and Royce. It sounds like Royce and Christine are joining the belly-off club, and Tracy, a grizzled veteran of SERIOUS weight loss is mounting a supporting effort. I commend them all. Now follow my link (to your left) to Tracy's blog and see what the Triple D can do for you (Determination, Discipline, Darn good trainer for a husband who no doubt gave her all the help she asked for and more).

Sing along with me:DROPKICK MURPHYS LYRICS

"Wheel Of Misfortune"

Cowboys and coppers verse injuns and robbers,
take a guess for which side I was prone
Maniacal pleasures and a taste for misfortune,
the legacy for which I was known

Down and out, I scream and I shout.
For this man from whom I need my advice
If the price is your life son, you'd better think twice as you march to the front like a soldier

So you'd think I'd aspire for greatness, hell-Bent to make a name on my own
Genetically programmed for the Wheel of Misfortune, I'm an heir to an unwanted throne

Now they've all got their theories,
opinions and such about this man who is down on his luck
Well the offers are plenty,
my options are many, still I opt to face my problems alone.

Down and out, I scream and I shout.
For this man from whom I need my advice
If the price is your life son, you'd better think twice as you march to the front like a soldier