03/05/2008 - 7:26 p.m.

Doing RPM with Willie is the fitness equivalent of going out drinking straight tequila. But if you are going to do something you know you are going to regret you might as well do it properly.

So there I was, front row at 8am. Going hard or going harder. There isn't a "go home" option if you do the big black man's classes!

Hung tough for just about the whole shift. Till about 4:45pm when I started to feel a bit tired. Then I realised our music had stopped. Lucky when I restarted it the CD player picked the funk/Motown CD so I got James Brown and Martha and the Vandellas. I miss one of my co-workers who would sing and dance along with me to "Dancing in the street". Most people just give me funny looks!

The worst part of the shift was that I kept getting boobed by my bloody apron. No matter what I did with neck straps or waist ties it would not stay put! Freaking uncomfortable though!

Came home to a warm house, a cat sleeping by the heater when he isn't stealing the spouse's chair and coffee brewing!

Bels