the rest of yesterday's blog

okay...so what was i saying? lots of good looking peeps at nysc, lexington and 86th, right?

so the manager takes me for a tour of the gym, i'm like a fat kid dying to lose weight in a candy shop- what? nevermind that. i'm basically just ready to get my workout on. i swear i had all this pent up energy. no sex, no workout. haha. anyway.

i'm focused on running on the treadmill when we run into one of the trainers who convinces me to take his 30 minute ab class. holy shit it kicked my ass! it's 30 minutes of 1-2 minute boot camp type exercises. damn i was dying. but in a good way...after the class was over, and my entire abdomen was as hard as a rock but sore as fuck, i decide to take the boxing class that follows right after...i though 'eh, why not?'. oh man....it was taught by the real deal. a puerto rican gentleman who looked like a fricken rockstar. the class was ITENSE! the first 30 minutes was stuff like wall squats, jumping jacks, high knees, burpies...i ask this guy next to me "hey how long is this class?'- thinking it had to only be 30 minutes- oh no. it was one hour. the last hour was boxing combos with bags. i punched the instructors mitts so hard one time my wrist actually hurts. i think next time i'll go a little lightly, considering my hands are gold at this point in my career, or i guess the beginning of my career.

i limp my way to the subway, and am so hungry i could eat all of new york. maybe just the pizza. i find a fresh salad place, grind a panini and salad and headed to the coffeeshop to blog...

anyway. what a day! i was tired as hell yesterday. i did sleep like a rock, and this morning i felt much better- i think it was exercising that made me sleep and feel better.