Jeff was able to ride last night with Shawn and Eric. Coach Troy must have been gentle on him - he came home with a smile and did say his legs were just a tad sore (dah - you have been sick and not ridden in a while!).
Anyway, glad to see him ride again.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
WEEK AT THE GYM: ONE WOMAN'S STORY
Thought this was funny
Dear Diary...
For my 50th birthday this year, my husband purchased a week of Personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since playing on my college tennis team 30 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer Named Joe, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started!
The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress...
MONDAY
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Joe waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile.
Woo Hoo!!
Joe gave me a tour and showed me the machines. He took my pulse after five minutes on the treadmill. He was alarmed that my pulse was so fast, but I attribute it to standing next to him in his Lycra aerobic outfit. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!
Joey was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, all though my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
TUESDAY
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Joe made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air -- then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Joey's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Joe was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other Club members. His voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Joe put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Joe told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.
THURSDAY
Joe was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes.
Joe took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the ladies room. He sent Muffy to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY
I hate that dick, Joe, more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Joe wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the **** barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the
drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY
Joe left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing him made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy (oh wait, already have one of those!).
Dear Diary...
For my 50th birthday this year, my husband purchased a week of Personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since playing on my college tennis team 30 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer Named Joe, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started!
The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress...
MONDAY
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Joe waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile.
Woo Hoo!!
Joe gave me a tour and showed me the machines. He took my pulse after five minutes on the treadmill. He was alarmed that my pulse was so fast, but I attribute it to standing next to him in his Lycra aerobic outfit. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!
Joey was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, all though my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
TUESDAY
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Joe made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air -- then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Joey's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Joe was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other Club members. His voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Joe put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Joe told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.
THURSDAY
Joe was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes.
Joe took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the ladies room. He sent Muffy to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY
I hate that dick, Joe, more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Joe wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the **** barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the
drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY
Joe left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing him made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy (oh wait, already have one of those!).
Back in the Saddle Again
Well, unless something unforeseen happens, looks like Goose will start riding again tonight. His cold really took it's toll on him. Shawn and Jeff are suppose to ride in the garage with their beloved Coach Troy.
Friday, January 26, 2007
What do ya know about the Goose
Did you know he has done a Half Iron Man? (lesson learned - he can't really swim, so he now canoes instead)
Did you know he qualified and ran the Boston Marathon - meeting one of his heroes Bill Rogers? (lesson learned - anything over 13 miles requires a bike)
Did you know he performed a "dance" routine with other men in front of 3,000 people (rumor has it beer played a big part in this) (lesson learned - he would do anything to support his daughter!)
Did you know that the Noose has only missed one race in almost 24 years? (lesson learned - say no to hospitals!)
Now does the Goose know what SHMILY means?
Did you know he qualified and ran the Boston Marathon - meeting one of his heroes Bill Rogers? (lesson learned - anything over 13 miles requires a bike)
Did you know he performed a "dance" routine with other men in front of 3,000 people (rumor has it beer played a big part in this) (lesson learned - he would do anything to support his daughter!)
Did you know that the Noose has only missed one race in almost 24 years? (lesson learned - say no to hospitals!)
Now does the Goose know what SHMILY means?
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Goose's New Honk
Well unfortunately Jeff is still suffering from his bad cold. I hope he doesn't make the same sounds on the bike that he does with this cold! :P) - it really does resemble a "honk".
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Just Starting
This is a first for us! We will see how this works. Jeff is basically computer illerate (but learning). I will attempt to track his journey to the World Championship for Duathlons. I am sure I will do many things wrong that everyone will be quick to tell me - but OH WELL! :)
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