Let me start by saying that whomever it was that came up with the idea for “Powerflex” needs to be taken out behind the woodshed and given a STERN talking to. And then their parents should give ’em a whoopin’. A good one. For those of you who don’t know: Powerflex is “The Total Body Workout.” At least, that’s what the banner at the gym says it is. And, YES, we made it to the gym today! I think that they should tell the truth and call it “Self-induced madness disguised as a fitness routine.”

To recap the morning: I was up later than I should have been, but DS9 doesn’t come on till 3am… and it was an episode that I hadn’t seen; I got into bed about 4:10. I shouldn’t have bothered since Jess got home about 4:45 this morning – things went smoothly closing up operations last night. She asked if I wanted to go to the gym; she had told Desiree (a friend/co-worker of ours) that she would meet her for Powerflex if everything shut down on time at work. Being a supportive boyfriend and since I was feeling like a complete slacker for not being at the gym as much as I would have liked, I said “Sure!” That began my spiral into madness. We get to the gym and start setting up our equipment (barbell and dumbbells and aerobic steps) and waited for Des… and the instructor. The instructor,Kaycee (No, I am not making that up), was late and Des never showed. We then proceeded to endure :45 of aerobi-nazi terrorist tactics. Okay, okay, okay…. it wasn’t THAT bad, but it was far more of a workout than I expected. I made it through the experience, but I think that I will wait a while before trying it again. I was tired/sore coming out of there, but it seems to have worn off. Hot showers and sleep are good things.

Weight training and some cardio: GOOD.
Powerflex: Umm… good, but it took the jury a while to come back with that verdict.

Anywho, I have to be at work in an hour and a half, so I’d best be getting ready. Fortunately, it’s my “Friday,” so other than dealing with the radios @ work, today should be cake. Even better: two days OFF and then two days WITHOUT THE RADIOS – the senior managers aren’t there on the weekends and only 3-4 of us supervise on the weekends. Y’know, I think that I can deal with the radios three days a week! There’s a good thought.