Robbie and I have officially completed a practice run for the apocalypse! Spoiler alert: we may not survive. To be fair I imagine the actual apocalypse will not include staying within the caution tape so I suppose there is a bit of hope. :) I will say this: I will actively avoid the foothills as much as possible because the uneven terrain did a number on my ankles and they are just now starting to feel less awful.
Robbie and I had a great weekend and you can see the photo-novela of it on Facebook if you're cool enough to be friends with me (let's be real if you are here reading this you have probably already seen them but I don't want my blog to feel exclusive to the wayward wanderer so I keep it general). It was really nice to have him visit (really nice to have someone hang out with me all weekend and not make lame excuses or forget to call me... personal rant over I promise!).
And now today's top story: my trainer is missing. Ok he's apparently no longer my trainer (I suspect he may have been fired). I'm sad. I liked Taylor and his scary arms. He was nice. I was handed off to a new guy, Tim today and then ultimately adopted by Rico. He is shorter than me and not particularly ripped but I don't really care because I think this is the guy who randomly high-fived me a couple times during one of my gym visits (for no apparent reason...which are the best high-fives). He seems cool so far (5 minute intro). Hopefully he'll push me so that we can stay the course with Operation Skinny Bitch. OSB is going well by the way. I still look pretty much the same, just a tiny bit less fluffy. For now that's promising...right?
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