I had a long weekend and feel even more tired than before I was off. Isn't that always the way it goes?
I went to Mrs. B.'s "Bodypump" class at a 24 Hour Fitness I had never been to previously. Mrs. B. knows the instructor from her DPX classes, so we figured we'd give it a try. I decided that since it involved weights, I wouldn't feel weird participating in the class.
Upon showing up, Mrs. B. introduced me to Kristin, the instructor. Instead of calling me Tony, she decided that "Mr. Adrianne" was more appropriate. During the class, she'd call me out over the sound system using my new nickname. It was pretty emasculating in a room full of women (and three other guys!)
Even worse, I tried to be a big shot and use as much weight as possible. The class was pretty damn hard and I expected it to be difficult, but I did not expect to feel light headed. I was going to either throw up or pass out around 40 minutes in. I left the room to get a breather in the locker room. Not surprisingly, Mrs. B. told me later that Kristin commented about my exit over the loudspeaker. I somehow think she'd probably prefer me wimping out rather than vomiting all over her other class participants. My body still feel ripped apart from this class, and no, it does not make me feel like more of a man. Not one bit.
I actually still made it to the gym the next day for some treadmill running, but Kevin Johnson wasn't there, so the trip was uneventful. Maybe he's too busy running damage control for his dumb assistant's emails to the press. Ugh.
Mrs. B. and I went to see "Paul" on Saturday night. It was the first time we had gone to the movies in months. Luckily, the movie was pretty good. Without ruining any jokes, I will say that they put in plenty of nerdy references to other Sci-Fi pics such as "Star Wars," "Close Encounters Of The Third Kind," and "E.T." It's a solid movie and with so many other piece of crap movies you could waste your money on, this one is more worth seeing the rest. Or your could just wait for all of them to make it to Netflix... either way.
Mrs. B. and I woke up early and drove down to San Jose to attend our friends' engagement party. We are extremely happy for Sean and Trish and had a good time at their BBQ in the park type engagement party. We were literally still so sore from Friday's class that we were not at our most social. That being said, we can't wait for the wedding (whenever it may be scheduled) and I'm honored to be the best man.
Essentially, making this post as boring as possible, we drove home and went to sleep pretty much immediately. I woke up at 8:30pm and then beat Super Mario Bros. 2 (which is the bastard child of the entire series.) And that was my boring weekend.
What? No tournament talk?! Not really. My brackets are a mess, I am cheering for Butler to go all the way, and I think Matt Howard is a savage. How was that? I'm really shifting my focus more to the start of baseball season. I'm looking for fantasy baseball redemption... and I'm out for blood!