camwyn | Feb. 25th, 2003

Went Saturday and Sunday. Usually two days in is the test-point for resolve of this kind with me, so I spent a hefty helping of the time I spent cleaning up after dinner convincing my brain that we would be going to the gym, dammit. Brain was ambivalent about this. Muscles wanted to stay home. I won, in the end, and went to the gym. It was mostly a lower-body day; weight training doesn't work well if you do it two days in a row on the same muscles. They need time to recover from the last round of heavy things. The only real upper-body stuff I did was some pushups, just to remind my arms who was boss. I skipped the extra lower back exercises, though, as I arrived a bit late and did not want to be in the locker room when they started sending people out to yell 'closing time'.

Used the elliptical trainer instead of the treadmill. This is basically a machine that lets you make motions much the same as running, only without that pesky feet-hitting-the-floor action that's hard on some folks' knees. I wanted a change of exercise type. Unfortunately the trainer has two points against it:

1. The hooks to hold reading material in place are designed for a magazine no thicker than your average 'Us' or 'People', and
2. You go up and down a lot more disruptively than the stair climber.

Nevertheless I managed to get several chapters into Shank's Mare. Not sure if it is simply the genre or what, but between this and The Tale of Genji, feudal/medieval Japanese novels appear to be populated with Captain Kirk's direct ancestors. At least in terms of libido and success in implementing same. "We can't stop at THIS inn for the night! There's no girl!"

Now I have to go. Time for our Weapons of Mass Destruction class. You know, anyone who knows me from high school would look at that sentence and ask if I was either teaching it or using it to learn how to make same.