well- I posted this after round one with Abdul on my myspace blog on May 30, and since I changed my pic to a piggy, I thought I should include the blog about the birth of the piggy. Here it is. (I have since been back three more times and am going today :-)

I went to a personal trainer today. His name is Abdul and and he mopped the floor with me. He was very nice and didn't laugh at me too much, but I have, nonetheless, never in my life felt like such a wimp. It was probably one of the most humbling experiences of my life. I have been to a lot of dance workshops that were pretty hard core, but I always feel like once we get down to technique, I feel pretty sure of myself. And I have a lot more stamina dancing than I did when I first started. Hell, I dance for about thirty minutes non-stop at Byblos in full costume, hair and makeup, so what's some weight-lifting with some meathead, right? Ummm, no. Try looking and feeling like you jumped in a pool of sweat with your clothes on and having it run off your forehead into your eyes and all over the mat or the equipment. On your hands and knees trying to draw circles out to the side of you with your toe- no weight attached, mind you, andnot being able to hold that toe off the ground without a loud heave and grunt coming out. The whole time, sweat is pouring off your face and making a little pool under you which you are staring at whilst you are grunting and heaving. I made noises today that were mortifying. I felt like a little baby piglet- all pink and grunting. A little piglet being held by its legs while it's trying to run away and squealing- so weak, even though it's pulling with all it's little baby piglet might it can muster.



Then, I came home and Clint and I went and ate barbeque. I have never beaten Clint at eating barbeque until today. Hell, I've never even finished my PLATE at Cousin's until today. And a chocolate chip cookie for dessert.