I have a workout buddy. Or two. Sometimes three.

Actually it really all depends upon when I'm in the gym as to who I work out with. Once I realized who Jackie was (she's married to one of Jason's classmates) we started meeting up at the gym around the same time. After I started working at the gym our meet ups became less often. Now we're averaging 2-3 times a month.

I will say I am the one who got her running again. Funny how she's now running upwards of 6miles while I'm lucky to get 2 under my belt. She is in better shape then me, though. And I got her into spin on Monday night. She did great considering how short she is and not being able to adjust the bike properly.

The second workout buddy is becoming my supervisor. She started taking spin after me only Renee is a tad more consistent with the classes. Hey, being hobbled by illness does a number on a body. We try taking classes together since we're in the same boat shape wise with common goals of weight loss and physical fitness.

The third is by way of Jackie. Usually we workout together when Jackie is there. While I know Christie and talk with her when she's dropping off her son, I still feel odd hoping on the treadmill next to her. She's a solitary person like me when it comes to working out on the treadmill. Although I will say having someone to talk with while running takes ones mind off the pain.

This also reminds me I must update the music on my shuffle.

I know how ass feels

This morning I woke up with a cotton mouth, sore throat, stuffed up ears and ears. Lovely. I've been fighting something the past week which has now started to hunker down. My neighbor had strep a week ago, her youngest just got over a virus and her oldest has gotten said virus. My supervisor's husband finally recovered from bronchitis, tonsilitis, sinusitis and double ear infections. The boys are trying their damnedest in who can be more froggy. No wonder I feel like ass this Saturday morning. I'm hoping things don't get worse.

Last Wednesday was my first day working at the gym. Awhile back I noticed the chaos in the daycare when picking up Jake. I talked with both managers about this and they know there's a problem on certain days. While they only have two people working at a time a third can be sent down as needed. Eric and I talked about different ways management could approach the clientele when things got hectic. Because the vast majority of the kids during the mornings are military, I brought up how the families should be more understanding when things are full. One idea mentioned was having the parents come in every 20 minutes or so to check on their kids. I said I'd be willing to volunteer since I'm already coming to the gym daily, or almost daily.

All of this helps after working at SAS and knowing more about the inner workings of CYS then most with regards to ratios, etc.. While the daycare doesn't have to follow regulations since they are not a proper daycare they do realize things can be overflowing. Being Red Cross certified also helped.

The pay sucks but it'll be our pocket money. It's not all bad even during the chaos.

Why go to the gym

if you're not going to break a sweat?

I know I'm far from the last person in noticing this phenomena with certain gym visitors. There is one person who looks perfect but actually kicks ass in her workouts. The perfect hair, perfect gym clothes and doesn't break a fucking sweat. Only I've seen her lift so I know she's in shape.

This morning someone was talking on their cellphone while using the elliptical. Half the time I refuse to use mine while sitting outside because of the sweat so I can only imagine how lovely hers would have been if she actually got a workout. Others have full on normal conversations without pausing for breaths or sweating buckets. I don't understand why they even bother. My neighbor calls them cheerleaders for wanting to look good without effort. They are also the same ones who usually have make-up.

Me? I'm red faced and sweating 10 minutes into my cardio. By the end of my hour, my t-shirt is damp, my hair is damp and I've been sweating in places you didn't think you could sweat. One of these days I may actually get a kick-ass workout without being drenched but it won't happen without sweating a shitload in the meantime.