Something Weak, Something Strong

No, no, no. Wait who am I? 

I stayed up past my bedtime watching the train wreck that is "The Bachelor" and don't know how to look away.  The guy is such a snore and yet multiple crazy ladies find themselves ugly crying on national TV over how much they're capable of loving him. You don't know him, how do you know how capable you are of loving him or if you'd be willing to move to snoozeville with him? And why do you care who is more compatible with him, or who likes country music more, or who can carry a tune better - as twangy and sideways as it may be. 

Also on another tangent - if you go on that show you have to understand that the guy is going to develop feelings for girls other than you, right? And it's very possible that he's going to latch onto one more than the others, possibly latch onto one other than you, yet still show you signs of affection because he's "playing the game" like all the men before him and all the ladies before him too. 

The drama is cheap, the plot lines are weak, the interviews are punishing - yet somehow I have already dedicated paragraphs to the subject. Bloggers I blame you and twitter I blame you - I shouldn't even know that Monday is the day I can get into this nonsense. 

I'd hate to end there and have you think that all I have to talk about is blah blah blah "The Bachelor".

What else, what else. 

Oh, yesterday was my new favorite #MuscleCrushMonday and I found myself hitting it hard at the gym with one of my favorite hate-to-love, love-to-hate classes. 

The workout included 60 minutes of weighted circuits, stairs and sprints. When I used to take this class years ago I thought I was in shape because I ran 100 miles a month. No, not at all. Now that I pick up heavy things and pick up more heavy things, this class was do-able for me and there's a serious possibility that I'll be able to go again on Wednesday. I used to shy away from this class because it'd leave me unable to move for days - all it did for me last night was pumped me with adrenaline and that's not a bad feeling at all. 

Seriously, lift heavy things and drink water and eat right. You'll love what you feel and love what you'll realize your body is capable of. Oh and your butt will get big and it will become your most prized possession - after your arms that look good in and out of flex mode. 

Thanks for letting me show up two days in a row - I could get re-used to this blogging thing.