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But now that's done. So the highlights of the last month:
So, get this, I was sitting in the music school after a lesson (and a very hard day in general, I might add), looking like a yeti in my giant winter coat and my makeup all screwed up and my hair that was probably washed in the last century. And this lady comes up and starts asking me how tall I am (5'11'' on a good day, I say) and how my face is pretty (where are your eyes, lady?) and gives me her card so that I can come in to her modeling agency. Never thought this would happen to me, LOL. Now, of course it would be for plus-size modeling she says, and in my head, I'm all - lady, I am very firmly a size 8, no size 12+ for me. But I gotta say, that definitely gave me a nice confidence boost for the rest of the day. I may have sauntered a bit walking down the street.
And well since my fancy schmancy gym membership was running out at the end of March, I decided to saunter on over to take advantage of the nice hot steamy showers and delicious smelling bodywash one last time. (What, you thought I go there to work out? Nuhuh. When you have as terrible water pressure as I do at home, you will know what I'm talking about). So I was sitting there the last day on my favorite spin-bike with my good buddy Lars:
I love me a blond man in a spandex suit. But I digress ... I was sitting there and staring at the climbing wall. The one that I had never tried (because first there were no trainers on the floor to hook me up, and then it was busy, and then I was busy, and then one day when I finally manned up and decided to do it, it was the day they decided to clean the wall and replace all the little rock-stick-outy bits that you climb on ... man, I have the BEST luck ever). But in any case, I wasn't going to let the wall beat me this time.
I managed to rope some poor unsuspecting trainer on her way home and got her to harness me in (and boy, wasn't it just the funnest to be squeezing yourself into one in front of all the hunky weight-lifting guys), and got at it.
Let's just say, the results weren't what I expected.
Now, that's not to say I expected to beast up this wall, because let's face it, I have ZERO upper body strength and a tall girl like me has a lot of body to haul up that wall. But it was kind of ridiculous that I could only manage to get up 1/3 of the way up and then I just got stuck. As in, there was nowhere for me to put my giant-ass size 10 feet on those teensy foothold rocks.
Also, I had a very attractive guy 'spotting' me or something ... but that just meant that my weakass attempts had an audience. I of course took the time to chat with him extra-long between rounds, because ... well in large part because after 1 time up the wall, I realized I really didn't think I could make it up another time. So the long interludes were necessary for my shoulder and forearms to regain some semblance of normality.
And after 3 times up (1/3 of the wall ... so technically, it's almost like I did the whole wall once, right?), I called it a day. And then I couldn't lift my arms to put on my shirt, or talk on the phone, or get food for the rest of the week.
