I am going to be sore tomorrow. I went to the gym for the first time today, and they set me up with a personal trainer. She helped me warm up, did some weights, worked on my abs, stretched, and then asked me if I would like to sign up for the 12-day or 24-day personal trainer regime spread out over a few months, which will cost about $1700NT an hour.
Nice try. I think I’m better off finding/making up a fitness plan of my own. Although it’s a bit harder to turn down a salesperson who can use your weight and body fat against you.
On a school note, because it’s the beginning of another month, we switched teams in my classes so everyone has a chance to win. My second graders were so whiiiiiiiny about not wanting to be on a team with the opposite sex. There’s only two boys in the class, so it had to happen.
“But Teeeeeacher, I don’t like the boys.” “Yeah Teacher, I don’t want to be on a team with giiiiiirls.”
“Too bad, guys. Besides, come find me in ten years and we’ll see if you still hate girls. Or in the girls’ case, the boys. Then we can talk.”