Yes, I have a personal trainer

Her name is Gina.

This is Gina training some guy who's much stronger than me. I do not look like him when I lift weights. I look much sillier.

For those of you who are unaware, I have lost almost 20 lbs in the last six months. This primarily involved eating less.

About three months ago, I decided I needed to exercise more to go with it. However, I hated running, wasn't biking enough, and eschewed all other forms of exercise. I still hate running, but am now financially obligated to exercise at least twice a week. And Gina's fun. Perhaps my legs will make it up those Tuscany hills in September.

I really need to get in shape because I'm doing something insane this summer.

I'm becoming a middle school teacher.

"Middle school is great," many teachers say. Jenny loved middle school. Tricia would love to teach it someday. However, think 12-14 year olds with raging hormones who have been expelled from their regular middle school. That will be my world.

I will need much energy.

Another Tour de Cure successfully completed...

107 km (approximately 66 miles) in a little under 5 hours. That includes 7 stops, which is excessive for us.

• Wardrobe adjustment
• The nicest restroom on the trip
• Peanut butter desperately needed after Newport Coast
• Ferry crossing
  
• Flat tire immediately after getting off the ferry
• Someone else's flat tire 4 miles later
• Exhaustion Stop for more peanut butter

Still, I managed to get the least geeky Tour picture yet at the end.


There's one on Michael's site that's much better. I had to order a different one than him. There's also a photo of me with a celebrity.

All in all, a good day. I raised more money than last year, thanks to my very generous friends. If any of you feel like helping out the American Diabetes Association a little further, I'm only $72 away from a really cute jersey. Of course, that shouldn't be my motivation.

How I managed to gain a lb while biking that far, I can't imagine. Must have been the peanut butter.

I Am Pure Evil

C'mon... is this really a suprise?

You are Pure Evil

How Evil Are You?

Who says there aren't freaks in Newport?

In the parking lot of my condo, an old lady with an adorable cocker spaniel... "You're driving me crazy. Be careful or it's off to animal research for you."

Around the corner, in the middle of the street, a guy running full speed down the street, dribbling a basketball.

We went all the way to Red Bluff for my cousin Stacy's wedding last weekend. Here's a picture of her with her eyes closed. Unfortunately, the only picture I took.




My sisters and I wore brown. Glamor says that sunglasses as headband is a "do," which makes me cooler than them. Tricia, you were right, though: drama eyes better than bold lips. Jenny and I look a little hooker.



The wedding was pretty standard Red Bluff. Only I really missed the country band.

We also went to Solvang, which was lots of fun. Michael's site has more info on that.