From Butterball Park to the Russian Ballet:

Well, we're half way through the week...I mean we're half way through my week. I no longer have weeks that go Sunday to Sunday. Mine go Thursday to Thursday...Julius Caesar came up with a new calender so I figure I can to! This Saturday I did my work out without the supportive presence of the Sarge...the peace and quiet was wonderful! I did the complete circuit training routine plus an hour on the treadmill. I felt so good i even came in on the Sunday (my day off) and spent some more time on the treadmill; I did 90 minutes.

Having such a good weekend of workouts, I felt pretty good coming in to the gym this morning and going into full combat engagement with the Sarge. I explained to her what I had done...very proud of myself and brimming with confidence when explaining the repertoire. The Sarge looked at me with a very non-committal look on her face (excellent poker face) then said "you didn't do any push ups". I went from star student to the remedial class! What would I ever do without the reality check (crap) that she gives me?

Today you are You, that is the truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.
Dr. Seuss.
The only explanation I have for quoting the Seuss man is that I just came from my work out from Casa De Wacko...so it all fits. Anyways, it's a cool saying.

Today the Sarge presented me with a new exercise...I had to get in touch with my inner ballerina. I told her it didn't exist but you know the Sarge, she doesn't take know for an answer. So this exercise was to hold onto a bar and then with a big ball behind me with one leg on it do the splits. While doing the splits you are supposed to keep your head up and the weight over your leg that's on the floor...I would have thought that one was pretty obvious! So, here I was in this ridiculous position trying to channel in my inner ballerina and it came to mind one thing. Why in God's name do male ballerina's have those traffic cones attached to their crotch?! Have they never heard of regular jock straps? Maybe there is some...under lying issues going on? I finally finished practising for Swan Lake and I can tell you that exercise works. Not only did I feel the burn in my leg and butt I've placed an order for a tutu! I'll now be known as the Great Cromlishkov.

Remember...Watch your thoughts for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for they become your destiny.

Signing off...Big Dave.