By Kate Romero (Yes, that’s my stupid picture. My friend who edits a couple of online newspapers told me I need to have a photo so my columns seem “friendlier”, which I find hilarious, but whatever, here’s my super-friendly face!).
I’ve had several people
whining at me for slacking off wondering where my column was the last few weeks, and the truth is, I keep running out of work hours. You know what else I’ve been doing? Working out. I know! Like, in the gym and stuff. Sure, people see me as they’re walking by and burst out laughing, but I don’t care, because now I have Extreme Muscles. My friend Katie made me start going with her, and I was sure it was just going to be one of those things we do, like sit around drinking wine and talking about how skinny we’re going to get when we start exercising. At first I tried to distract her from the fact that I was just fondling the equipment rather than using it by cracking jokes and singing, but no, she made me do a routine with reps and stuff. I thought I was going to die the first day, but it’s getting easier. Today I forgot my towel, so when I got out of the shower I had to dry off with a washcloth. That was pretty awesome, but she locked her locker keys in her locker, so I still think I came out ahead. I am pretty annoyed that my massage lady didn’t notice my Extreme Muscles yet.
I’ve also been doing a teensy bit of CLO stuff. Last week, we went on a field trip to Feira dos Importados, and I was apparently in charge of the group and stuff. Fortunately, I was with a very capable group of people that didn’t need any of my cruddy “help”. Here are most of us:
Marion, Laurie, Richard, Lidia, Me in my CLO outfit, Missy, Katie, and Christine