*Note: This post was composed at 1:00am and does not reflect my current mood.Right now I’m sitting in bed, clad in a old pair of gray boxer briefs, wondering how I can be such a pathetic manchild sometimes…?Seriously, there are times that I can be a full-on helpless brat that behaves the way you’d only expect from your 3 year old nephew. I blame the lengthy time in my childhood when I was without siblings and all the attention was on ME ME ME. Somehow I never outgrew that and now all my friends have to suffer the consequences.#sorrynotsorryIrrational concern of today: I was mad at myself I didn’t schlep my ass to the gym because there were people there I wanted to see. Not because, you know, I didn’t work out. Sensing a problem, are we? When I found out who I had missed, I went into a complete…
It’s a long story, but I am in fact a member of the Long Beach Jewish Community Center (JCC). And for those of you that know me, no, you’re correct, I am not a Jew. However, because I am a member I get to reap the benefits of the JCC’s workout class schedule and sometime before Christmas I had started going to PILATES EXTREME twice a week. Well, I’m back on the horse…er…mat.It’s important to realize that there is a spin class that goes on in the room my class meets in an hour before we start, so every single time I enter, the windowless room is damp, humid, and smells like a vat of old people sweat. Aren’t your endorphins just pumping already? They even have to bring a maintenance man in after the cyclers leave to MOP THE FLOOR because there’s perspiration everywhere.So I go in, grab a…