GOOD!!!

My parents and sister have a gym membership at this amazing gym in town. This place is absolutely swanky. Any kind of class you could ever want. Any kind of cardio machine you could ever want. Any kind of weights you could ever want. It has a seperate little workout gym just for ladies, for those women who are embarrassed to work out in front of men. In every cardio machine is a TV monitor. You can choose from 65 channels to watch while you are breaking your sweat. They have a hot tub. And a swimming pool. I would die and go to heaven to be a member, but it's just a TAD pricey. Which means it's more than $1 per month. I could scrape up $1 per month for a gym membership, but anything more than that is too rich for my blood. So I make do with my little treadmill and my new YakTrax, which I'm going to blog about soon.

My dad got a 12-day pass to give to a friend who isn't a member, and he gave it to me! And I have been in hog heaven for about a week. My parents, my sis, and I go almost every night to the gym, and it has been a blast. Sometimes we go to classes; sometimes Lex acts as my personal trainer and kicks my butt in the ladies' weight section. When I work out with Lex, I discover muscles that I have never realized I had. Like those muscles between my ribs. Never really thought about them until Lex kicked my butt doing an ab workout. After we did shoulders and arms, I could hardly hold my cell phone to my ear for a couple of days. I call her the Killer Queen.

We've gone to a couple of spinning classes, which I adore. I took spinning when I had a gym membership when Dylan was only a baby, and it was my fave. I love that they turn the lights down really low, have black lights on that make everyone's teeth look really scary, and that they keep the music LOUD. My spinning teacher down in Salt Lake always played Styx, which was really perfect music for spinning. I loved it. At my first spinning class here, with my fam, a week ago, the lady played kick-butt music. Lex and I spent a lot of our time singing to the music. And nobody could hear us or get annoyed, because the music is really really loud, and the lights are too low. At our second spinning class, last Wednesday, we had a different teacher who didn't play my kind of music. She did manage to kick my butt, though.

You know how aerobics/spinning teachers are. They often yell encouragements, and try to get you to respond. "How are you doing?" "Good!" "I can't HEAR you!!" "GOOD!!" This teacher was like that. So, at one point, she kept asking how we were, and saying she couldn't hear us, so when she yelled once again, "HOW ARE YOU DOING?? I wanna HEAR it!!!!" I bellowed, as loud as I could, "GOOD!!!" Right at that moment, the music went off, because the CD was between songs. My bellowing came out really loud. Lex laughed at me for like five minutes.