Asahhhhhhhhh it's Friday.

I'm not sure how to phoentically sound out this word, but asahhhh means Oh yeah!!! and that's how I feel about it being Friday. The weeks have been flying by lately and I'm finding myself falling into a disgraceful rut. I was very good about going to bed at a decent time and waking up early, but lately I have been falling into old habits and staying up later, which inevitably means waking up later. Arg arg arg is how I feel about that, but oh well. My excuses hold relevance. My yoga class is finished so I recently joined a gym recommended by a friend. At $80/3months who could not sign up for such a deal!! Plus, there's a yoga class included in the price...unfortunately I work during it, but still...At any rate, I've been 2x. I'm already feeling great about it, I was extremely nervous to get on a tredmill again, but to my surprise I was still able to run for 30 minutes straight. I haven't ran for at least 2 months so I was proud of myself. After my cardio, I decided to give my arms a little work out and sat down at a weight machine. It was the type where you sit on a bench, secure your knees under a padded thingy and pull down on a bar. Easy enough right? Well apparently, my form was ALL wrong and I had to be shown the correct way to pull it down. Okay, well showing is one thing, what the trainer did to me is another...basically, he got on the bench behind me and gripped my shoulders as if his life depended on it (I kept thinking, "why why why are you doing this?? You're hurting me you're hurting me")...I guess I was using my shoulders too much...then with one foot planted heavily in the ground, he jammed his other knee directly into my upper back saying, "puff out your chest when you pull bar, yes, PUFF CHEST, PUFF CHEST". This went on for a good 10 minutes on one machine. Then, against my will, he dragged me to another machine quite similar to the first and the entire escapade was repeated. AWESOME. It must have been quite a site to the other Koreans...seeing a fellow Korean on a machine, being yelled at in English while pinned to a bench with a knee probing her back...the next day I was putting on lotion and my shoulder was soooooooooooo sore. I couldn't figure out why until i realized, that's the spot the trainer was holding on to so tight. Needless to say, I won't be using the weights at the gym ever again. When I left that night he mentioned something about my "next training session". No way..suckaaaaaaaaa...I'll buy my own weights and do so in the comfort of my home. Haha, yeah. So by the time I get home I'm not tired at all! Who wants to go to bed right after exerting so many energies?? That's a fair excuse right?? I guess I have only one, I can't think of any other reasons for my laziness except the obvious...I DON'T EVER WORK UNTIL 2:30 OR 3:25 OR 4:20 (yessssssss) so why should I feel guilty sleeping in until 10:30 or 11? I used to hate my schedule, but it's slowly, yes slowly, beginning to grow on me.

So yes, December is flying by. I'm trying to put together packages to send to mi familia, but people (ahem father, brother, brother-in-law) are all very tricky to puchase gifts for...hrm...until next time...........asaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it's Friday night and I feel alright...