RIPPED!!!

I woke up right on time yesterday to head uptown for our GTS. Only after I got dressed I stupidly looked out the window and thought better of heading out into the dreary morning. I quickly got back into bed. M's text saying she was skipping the run didn't help! An hour later I ran out of the apt and to Chelsea Piers for a fabulous class called Ripped. Yes, Ripped. Scary, right? fabluloly flamboyant man instructed the group through an hour of weights, stretches, and steps. It was hard. My body still aches. The instructor kept the class light and fun by referring to things your Uncle does to you in your bedroom at night. Um, I so don't fit in at Chelsea Piers! He sang loudly to Cher and Mandonna and had me laughing so hard I forgot how much weight I was lifting over and over again. It was fun and I think I'll add the class to my Sat. morning routine post GTS. Yes, I'll go to future morning runs. Just not this weekend. Today I took the Contessa out for a ride. Only it was so windy and gross out I thought I was going to be pushed into the Hudson. I always get scared going past the helipad on the West side-- especially when I'm on skates. It wasn't as bad on the bike- but it was a hard ride in this windy weather. The one good is that that there weren't too many people out on the path. I felt like I had it to myself. I can't wait for the warmer weather- but I know it will mean more people- everywhere. It was a good weekend. Now I'm about to throw my swimsuit into my suitcase as I pack for a trip. Is it sad that I'm excited about my business trip because the hotel has a pool, not because of where I'm going or what I'll be doing? Oh, how the Tri Life is taking over....