In previous weeks, New years came and pasted with many new meetings, too many empty red cups to count, and a plethora of wrongdoings that began my new year with a kiss and a shot! Also school began again, and already I am playing catch up with work, but I don't mind as much as I used to.

Drivers education will conclude on next Thursday, and exams will begin in another three weeks I do believe, and yet I have not began thinking about studing. Too busy reading the many things I have to, and writing all the papers that seem to be do last week.

Yesturday I signed up for the gym down the street called Sivlas fitness center, and at first I will admit I was skeptical due to the small space and the fact it was used as our old post office. However, I walked in ready to begin, signed away ninty dollars for the next two months of membership, and walked briskly to the back of the room to find only two other people occupying the room, one Ben Jordon, my health teacher on the tread mill, and a man concintrating on free weights was in the front whom I was very adament not to distrub. I talked nervously to the owner, Carlos and jumped on the tred mill after Mr. Jordon left. I had forgotten my routine at the gym from last year, so began to stroll around, looking and planning out what I was going to do. Carlos began to walk over to me, asking me questions if I had ever worked out before, and if I needed any help. I replyed confindently that I knew what I was doing, and thanked him for his offer to help. Instead of going back to his desk, he stood about six feet behind me, watching my form, and speaking about my strenth, and great form. I was shocked he was still around, but thanked him even still. I began to place weights on the bar, to bench press and I only put twenty pounds on each side, because the bar is 45 itself, but he quickly spoke out that I should add ten more to each side, because 85 seems easy for me. And of course, I felt big and strong and put more on, doing my usual 3 sets of 15 reps apiece, and felt alittle wobble but continued even still. I felt great for hours after because of all the adrenaline, but I knew I was going to be sore the next day. I forgot to take precaution of the heavy work out I was taking on the first time back in a gym after 8 months, and this morning, I awoke stuck in one postion too weak to move. It was horrible, but I aventually stretched, and felt alittle better; however much I love feeling sore the next day, I'll be careful of my work outs ahead.