She had "man" hands...

Gotta love Seinfeld!

I was a wee bit late to personal training yesterday. Only a few minutes. I got pulled over by a cop on a motor cycle who had set up a speed trap. Jerk. He tried to tell me that I was going way faster than I actually was. I was polite , courteous, and simply told him "no sir." He let me go with a warning. About to say, I have not had a ticket since I was 18, and that includes parking. (Knocking on wood here)

When I got into the gym, I ran into the locker room, threw on my workout clothes and forgot to pull up my hair. Oh well, on with it. I get there and he said not to worry, I was his only client to actually show up that day.

I still think that he took it out on me. That was an incredible, and difficult, workout that I have had in a long time. We were just working on my arms too!

After one set of every exercise that I did, he asked me to row for a minute as fast as I could. The worse part, he talked to me the entire time and expected me to answer back. Dude, I'm concentrating on breathing right now. Shhh.

I was pretty impressed with myself though, and he seemed to be as well. He kept cranking up the weight, and I did push ups on that little half ball looking thing a ma-bopper.

I've gotten some sizable muscles now in my arms that I might actually consider trying to learn out to box those punching bags. Wouldn't that be cool? A bar tender at one of my local places asked me a few weeks ago if I had been weight lifting. Ha!

The only bummer is that I am starting to get these hard places on my palms from the rowing. I am suppose to be a girl right? My friend Cyndi suggested that I get some of those cut off gloves. I just might Cyndi, I just might. I like how small, thin and delicate my hands are, and I would like to keep them that way.