There is more change in the air than you could poke a stick at. Makes for quite exhausting but never dull times. I suppose I go along with expectations of what the future will look like and recently it has been like a big dipper roller coaster ride of bumps and changes off course, and things popping up that I never ever expected to see in my life. Not MY life. Someone elses maybe. Not MINE.
Anyway, in my role of "Parent of a Potential Rock Star" - I dutifully went to Hot Damn! on Thursday night to see Curt play. They were amazingly good. God to be 20 again. It was good to see this place I had heard so much about, because "nightclubs" are a whole nother world in my life, but this place was almost identical to the dumps we frequented when we were in our teens. To call it a nightclub is being kind. But the atmosphere was great for the kids, everyone seemed to be having a great time, expressing themselves in their own quaint little way (moshing and flailing their arms wildly like someone half wise and jumping on each other AND at one point someone jumped on the lead singer, brought him to the ground and started rolling around the stage with him - the both emerged smiling, so I guess that is part of the show, who am I to question such antics?).
Training went extremely well this week with three full on weights workouts and some interval training on the tready each time. Now that I only weigh myself once a week, I was keen to see what was doing on the scales, given my tummy appears flatter and other wobbly bits are less wobbly. So to see half a kilo register on the scales was pretty rewarding. I am absolutely loving the weight training. I still love my little runs too, I love that early morning run feeling too and I hope I never lose that, but the weights are so damn REWARDING. And I don't feel like I could eat for Ireland afterwards. And I love Matthu, he is a funny, kind and very helpful personal trainer. He puts up with my grunting and giggling and changing session times every five minutes so I can fit in work and play and he never complains. Plus he appears to be helping me getting the body I want so how could I not like him?
So - this week has been typical really. Ups and downs. Some very sad times, some good times, some wonderful news, labradors and weight training, music and vodka and all the other stuff I get up to. And SORE LEGS! Good sore legs.
Anyway, in my role of "Parent of a Potential Rock Star" - I dutifully went to Hot Damn! on Thursday night to see Curt play. They were amazingly good. God to be 20 again. It was good to see this place I had heard so much about, because "nightclubs" are a whole nother world in my life, but this place was almost identical to the dumps we frequented when we were in our teens. To call it a nightclub is being kind. But the atmosphere was great for the kids, everyone seemed to be having a great time, expressing themselves in their own quaint little way (moshing and flailing their arms wildly like someone half wise and jumping on each other AND at one point someone jumped on the lead singer, brought him to the ground and started rolling around the stage with him - the both emerged smiling, so I guess that is part of the show, who am I to question such antics?).
Training went extremely well this week with three full on weights workouts and some interval training on the tready each time. Now that I only weigh myself once a week, I was keen to see what was doing on the scales, given my tummy appears flatter and other wobbly bits are less wobbly. So to see half a kilo register on the scales was pretty rewarding. I am absolutely loving the weight training. I still love my little runs too, I love that early morning run feeling too and I hope I never lose that, but the weights are so damn REWARDING. And I don't feel like I could eat for Ireland afterwards. And I love Matthu, he is a funny, kind and very helpful personal trainer. He puts up with my grunting and giggling and changing session times every five minutes so I can fit in work and play and he never complains. Plus he appears to be helping me getting the body I want so how could I not like him?
So - this week has been typical really. Ups and downs. Some very sad times, some good times, some wonderful news, labradors and weight training, music and vodka and all the other stuff I get up to. And SORE LEGS! Good sore legs.
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