working hard

I'm staying at Lennie's again this week. She talked me into buying a one-week pass to her local gym, so we've been going there every morning and working out. I've learned I can do 2.13 miles in 30 minutes on an elliptical machine--take that evil mile-running gym class--and I'm going to buy some running shoes and take up jogging when I get back to GB. Because I can afford running shoes. I can't afford a gym membership.

I'm also really proud that I can still do shoulder stands. Last year when I was in London (london!) and I took the yoga class of doom, my yogi shocked me by grabbing my legs and throwing them up in the air. It's kind of awkward, but it feels soooo good on your shoulders. So today, after thirty minutes on the elliptical and another ten on the rowing machine (for the "bingo wings") I stretched out by doing a shoulder stand. I can't touch the floor behind my head any more, but it's close...

I spend the rest of my time divided between writing applications, making appointments and reading my new book, "Too Much of a Lady" which is a novel about Emma Hamilton. Oh, how I wanted this book to be good, but it sooooo....bad.... The writing is terrible. There's no suspense or drama, just boring storytelling. Even the "voice" of Emma Hamilton doesn't match the letters that are so often quoted. And no author worth their salt should have to put " 'is majesty's army, yer 'onour!" when there's other ways of delinating accents. (see: Jane Austen, Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell) Oh well--at least it's a quick read.

Also, from the irony department: "Sondheim" is in the Penguin rhyming dictionary. teehee