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Hello! I’m at Wendy’s house, babysitting for a day. She, Robert and her parents are on their way to RI to see her Grannie, who is about to turn 90. Wendy made her Grannie a really nice cuff and will be driving all night. *looks at Wendy in my mind* You can do eeet! Lol

The gym was eventful tonight, lol. Since I’m here at Wendy’s, Rikitikitavi and I agreed to meet at the gym at 10pm. I drove up and it was packed with gym rats. It was like they multiplied or something. So many! I pulled into a parking spot and she pulled up next to me and we agreed we would go get a frappe at McDonald’s and give them a little time to clear out. It was INSANE how many people were up in that tiny gym, you guys! We got our frappes (*mumbles* and some nuggets for me) and sat in there to drink them. We never have a problem delaying the gym cause we have so much to talk about! That’s the best part of Operation Chubbie Buddies, we can just chill for hours together! :D

We drove back to the gym and it was empty. Yeeessss! Rikitikitavi opened her door to get out, and I was holding Murphy’s leash so she wouldn’t dive out of the truck after her when a green SUV pulled up next to me. I blurted out, “You have to be effing kidding me!” It was only 11pm! What was he doing there? After last night, I was in NO MOOD to see his mute self! I rolled my eyes to myself, plastered on my nice person smile and got out. Rikitikitavi had to go and move her car back into the main lot. She said hi to him as she walked by and he said hi back. Huh. Ok, so he can still talk. Let’s test this and see if he can keep going, lol. I said, “Are you really early, or are we really late?!” (In the normal, no-gym-rats-no-long-talks world, we go to the gym at 10pm and he doesn’t come in until 1am, so we SHOULDN’T cross paths if she and I are there at a sane time.) He laughed and said he was running early tonight. He went in and held the door for me (so what? He has manners, big whoop.) to follow. He set up around the elliptical (SON OF A PLICKERTON!) and by then Rikitikitavi had come in, too. I was worried about Murphy out in the truck, so I went back out to roll the window down a little. When I came back in, Rikitikitavi and Chris were talking about the gym’s ownership changes that are going on. I thought to myself, “Ok. Cool. He likes to gossip, so this will pass. Plus, he’s not even talking to me-” That line of thinking abruptly cut off when I saw he was addressing everything he said to me . The eye contact, NO!!!! Must resist it! So… I have no pride, you guys. I started talking to him. We all three started our cardio and the conversation was just goin’! He would turn his head every now and then and I’d whip my head around to stare wide-eyed at Rikitikitavi like, “WTF is GOING ON RIGHT NOW?!” I was enjoying it… I am not even gonna front about that. I was all up in what he was saying. Being me, I had to test this chizz. Was I just dominating the conversation and he wanted to stop talking and just workout? Let’s stop talking and look away and see… I did this three times while on the treadmill, you guys. All three times, he started up again. You can ask Rikitikitavi! I am not imagining this chizz! He kept talking and I kept talking and it was nice. About halfway into the cardio, a random thought popped into my head. She and I, so the mute one would know we were not, in fact, stalking him, mentioned- over and over again- last night that we were going to come in at our regular time tonight. We said it a lot. And he came in early tonight. I’m just sayin’.

After our cardio (35 min!) Rikitikitavi and I (he does an hour on the elliptical… show-off!) went on to strength training. It was her arm night, my leg night. I love leg nights! My wonderful, amazing thigh muscle is trying to shrink due to my hernia-related-gym-hiatus and leg night means I am building it back up! Yes!! It’s hard, though, you guys. I thought the last time I did legs I had 30lbs on each machine, so that’s what I was rockin’ tonight. OW! It was heavy! I did remember to only do 15 reps on each machine. Rikitikitavi even walked over to one of the machines I was on and asked why I had 30lbs up there and I pretended I didn’t speak English, and then I tried to look innocent and rip the weight stick-y thing out of the 30 slot. She glared at me and called me stubborn. Moi?! *Innocent smile* I am still focusing on my gut during the workouts, though. I’m not being fully idiotic, I promise. I just really thought I had worked my way back up to thirty pounds. I decided to keep that weight on and see if I could just go slower. Not try and rip my guts out. The bionic belt was strapped on tightly and I have not felt ANYTHING from my hernia area since I got it. I’m sitting here, hours later writing this and still no pain or discomfort at all. Towards the end of strength training for us (actually, I was done. Rikitikitavi does four circuits now and I’m still on three. I WANT to be doing more, but I know I have to work up to awesomeness slowly with my gut. Stupid gut.) I was sitting on the bench, waiting for her to be ready for stretches. I was spent and breathing so heavy! I felt like I had been working out for 8 hours straight! So I composed this Facebook update/Tweet: “At the gym! Did I mention I HATE my hernia? A month ago, what I’m doing tonight would have been cake, but it is kicking my butt now!! Stupid hernia. *pout*” I felt so sorry for myself, lol! Looking back now, though, I kicked gym butt tonight! Funny how we see things at the time isn’t it?

Chris (oh dear… he’s “Chris” again… not good.) ended his cardio and told me Murphy had woken up and was looking for me. I laughed and went to look out the front window at her. She is such a spaz dog! She was barking through the glass at me. I waved, which just pissed her off, lol! He laughed when I did that… oh dear. :D Rikitikitavi was still finishing her strength training and he and I started talking again. I didn’t even analyze it while it was happening like I normally do. I watched Murphy out the window, as did he, and just talked and laughed with him. *hangs head* This is not good, lol. Must… resist… dumped… him… no… am… broken… up… Rikitikitavi was ready for stretches then and she and I walked to the stretching area to start. It was dark back there because not one of us had bothered to turn on a light. Or music, come to think of it. While we had been doing cardio, he mentioned why he works out in the dark (not pitch black, there is one row of lights on all the time, but it’s still pretty dark up in there!): He likes to be able to see outside for safety. There is a crack head he had an altercation with and several cars that like to ride by slowly, staring in to the gym window several times in a single night. So he prefers to have a clear line of sight outside. Ok, makes sense… ish. ANYHOO! The stretching area was insanely dark. She and I were setting up, and we noticed the random abandoned gym shorts that had been sitting on the bench and then the floor for weeks were gone. We commented on it to each other and he heard it from the other side of the wall and came over to see what we were talking about. He’d seen them too and they had just been moved to the office, lol. Who just leaves their shorts at the gym!? Random! I was moving the bench (it was all up in my way) in the dark and he went to the light switches and turned on the light over where we stretch and only that light and went back out to the main area to do his abs. Huh. So… he turned on the light we needed… and only the light we needed. Well. I didn’t say a word, but when I turned around; Rikitikitavi raised her eyebrows and pointed to the light. I make a “I KNOW!!!” expression and focused on not smiling. He turned on our light. *shakes self out of it* Ok! Moving on! Stretches were really good tonight! I’ve found that I can take the belt off (WENDY!!! STOP SCREAMING AND KEEP READING!!!) to do stretches because they actually hurt my stomach with it on. We do some deep bending and it just digs in to my stomach and constricts my breathing, which is a HUGE part of stretching for me. I wear it ALL THE TIME, from when I get up until I lay down to sleep, so I see no harm in taking it off to stretch. I’m not straining when I stretch, so it’s cool. I promise! ;) After stretching, she and I were about to stand up when there was a loud CRASH! from Chris’ side of the wall. Sounded like he dropped about 20 weights all at once. I hollered, “You ok?” and all we heard was “uuuuuuuuugghhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh.” Um, ok? WTF was that? Caveman for “I’m ok”? Lol. We walked around the wall and he was fine. The thing he was using has weights that stick together and then randomly drop when they feel like it. We cracked up at him and then left the gym. I calmed Murphy down before I could drive away and Rikitikitavi stuck around to make sure I left ok. Once I left, while driving, I was just smiling. I felt pretty. Gorgeous. It happens when I have a really spectacular work-out or when stupid mute boys spend all night talking to me. Oh well, lol.

Now to sleep! Good night, you guys!