and it’s only the first day.
well, technically the second – the Wookie brought it home last night and we set up our profiles. Thank goodness the scale is tough enough to take our weight. Just not together, I mean.
there’s an unsettling thing about the program – aside from the “scanning” image that reminds me of “Ghost In The Shell” my trainer has the same voice and attitude, I fear, as the Major from GITS. And if you know anything about the show that’s a Bad Thing.
however, did some yoga, “strength training” (most of which was me falling OFF the board), did a light jog around the virtual island (which is probably as far as I’ve run in my life without having to catch a plane) and skied slalom. Into the poles. Painfully. And dropped some marbles through a game that proves that maybe I can swivel these old hips enough to not be a fool at Hula hoops.
updates to follow. The only good thing is that I get to put the Wook on the board tonight.
almost got the SR fanfic bug outta my system… maybe… well, there’s worse things to be hooked on right now.
Speed/Trixie crack, it is.
however I’ve got to drag myself BACK to the original stuff… it may not pay well, but it pays.
when it sells.
pardon me while I go find a cup of tea and collapse on the couch.
ps. yes, the SR stuff is up at fanfiction.net under my real name. I have no shame.
at least it’s not slash.