Satan isn't Red....

Satan isn't red - he's BLUE...

Damn.

Ok - so this time, "Blue", my personal torturer/trainer, decided it was going to be all about upper body stuff - and I am quite sure tomorrow morning I won't be able to lift my arms. At least I should be able to get through my lesson. Small favors...

The pack of the kiddies that are on the ice with me most mornings evidently have a group workout with him just before my scheduled session - we all crossed paths as they were leaving and I was arriving. The paranoid side of my personality has them thinking "god, won't he just go away!!!". As you will have noted from one of my first posts, the little fuckers intimidate the crap out of me.

Blue told me a cute story today during my workout - evidently he gets "chatty" when inflicting pain on others. Who knew. At any rate, he said he was visiting a friend (former girlfriend) in San Diego and decided to borrow her car and drive to Palm Springs, since it sounded nice (he assumed "palms" and "springs"....). Little did he know, poor little straight-boy... ;)

Picture this, if you will: Tall, blonde, blue-eyed underwear model, driving down the main drag of Palm Springs with his shirt off in a PINK CONVERTABLE. Can you say "feeding frenzy" ladies? He figured out really quickly that a) there weren't any "springs" and b) the place is positively crawling with gay men acting like wolves on the prowl and he was, for all intents and purposes, a wounded deer.

If you are in Palm Springs, you are either really OLD or really GAY.

Needless to say, I nearly dropped a 10 pound dumbbell on my head when he hit the punchline. The image of him thrown into that mess like chum in a sea full of sharks was just too much. Quite frankly, I'm surprised he escaped.

Had a good afternoon skating practice session today as well. I think I've gotten the hang of the mohawks, although I always come out of them going in a tight little circle.... backwards and one foot no less :) Who said I ain't coordinated!

So it's getting less crappy as I get further into learning stuff, I suppose. Still terribly frustrated that I'm not picking this up as effortlessly as my arrogant dancer-brain expected I would, but I've resigned to the process and am settling in.