Locked in a room with an underwear model...

What was I thinking.... Had my first workout with "Blue" today. Imagine my out of shape middle aged ass locked in a converted garage with a twenty-something, blue-eyed underwear model who keeps saying "just three more", even after "three" has CLEARLY passed by some time ago.

Welcome to Hell. Satan is cuter than I thought he'd be. :) Here are some links.

If stepping out onto the ice for my first practice session was the bravest thing I've ever done, this was a very VERY close second.

Much like Will, Blue gleefully exposed all my weaknesses and exploited them. Again, this was Will's idea, and as I said with Pilates, if this doesn't make me a better skater, I'm going to freakin' kill him.

Or just lock him in a garage with Blue for an hour. Oh hold it, that wouldn't be a problem for him. Damn.

Actually, the workout was just what I needed. I think Blue is going to be a great help in struggling my way back to being in shape - and I can definitely see that this is going to be a huge help to my skating. He trains a lot of skaters, and I can see that he "gets" what to do. In addition to needing to drop about 25 pounds of flab, I really need to reduce my upper body muscle mass and tone up so my center of gravity will be lower - it would help a lot with my balance on the ice. Blue understands the goals, and I am very confident that his coaching is going to be helpful.

So welcome to my Hell! Populated by an assortment of characters, designed to make my life a little more healthy and the expense of my dwindling ego. Between Will, Anna, Pilates, and now Blue I'm pretty much not safe anywhere... except the donut shop :)