Hitting it

You know I can't with the gym. I can't with the machines, I can't with the closed environment and I can't with the idea of having to pay someone to 'train' my body. I would, if it'd end up looking like Mr. Macfarlane, TBH. He looks quite delicious. I could use the help, but it's kind of overwhelming to me. I know that tons of people have personal trainers and go to the gym five and six days a week. I think that's too much for me. But the thing is, when I was younger, I used to go to the gym with my friends all the time and it was a riot.

I remember we used to go go two or three times a week and on weekends it was literally a party. There would be six or seven of us in an aerobics class and the fun went nonstop til the end. We were slightly obnoxious and we did not give a shit. Those were the days. When I could eat a whole banana split on my own at the ice cream parlor at the corner and never worry about the one million calories I was eating. We all knew the trainers at the gym (we called one of them Mary Poppins, and he had a BANGING body, right, Turo?) and we literally went into classes for free. I don't even remember how we did it, but there we were, in tight spandex and big t-shirts. Jumping up and down, sweating and laughing our heads off and doing free weights in between classes just to check out the big muscle bound meatheads that went to the roof to sunbathe.

I can't believe I'm remembering all this today. But some things stay with you, because I think it's the memory of those days what makes me go for my daily run and try to stretch every day. And yes, I'm trying Yoga. Not naked Yoga, but hey, you cannot have it all...

XOXO

P.S. very disappointed that so many people did not appreciate great candidates like Stacy Abrams and Beto O'Rourke and they did not win, but happy that we kept our Dem Governor and that possibly Lauren Bobo will not come back. That cunt.