Dear Diary,
i am in the computer lab and the shift key on this computer is entirely too inconvenient to use, so i am not going to use it. today was a funny day. i got up really early to meet with my personal trainer, mohammed, at the gym. i decided to meet with him a few times because i have no idea what i am doing when it comes to working out. he did this assessment of my body using all sorts of instruments and he found that i am the fattest skinny person ever. here i am expecting to be congratulated on my fast metabolism and he is calling me a weakling. today was just the assessment, and that was hard, (pushups! squats! situps!) i am terrified for whatever program he is concocting to whip me into shape. i'm running on the treadmill with this heart rate moniter on, and he is telling me, "you are at level 9 and your heart rate is 179, i can run at level 16 before my heart rate is there, and you are younger than me!" he failed to consider the fact that he is a MAN who is also fitness obsessed.
later in the day, i found myself at his spinning class. I really don't know why people do this to themselves. But between the parts where I thought I was dying, it was highly entertaining because the room was lit with blacklight and we got to listen to techno music. at the end, we stretched to Celine Dion's "my heart will go on" under the blacklight. It was one of those moments that I was looking around, looking to share a giggle, but i was all alone amongst the stodgy brits. blast.
I interviewed at my internship today, I'm in! I like them, I hope they like me, and I am jazzed to work there for a bit. And, there are a lot of good places to get lunch nearby, which is key.
Love,
Diana