• It was 90F/32C here yesterday.
And wild fires are consuming local news stations.
One very big fire is in Ventura County where I’m headed early today.
(After Paul Newman yanks my arm out of the socket a few times, that is!)
This is life in Southern California.
It may sound callous to say I’m used to it,
But I am.
The air conditioner is on.
The pool is heated.
I know there are (slightly) cooler temperatures if I hang out at the beach.
I find myself wishing I could capture some good shots of the fire.
It’s only the first week in May.
• Yesterday, I had another “training” session with my (relatively) new personal trainer, Baby Face.
It’s a good thing he doesn’t know what I do for a living because I’m not sure he’d appreciate his “blog nickname.”
He is adorable, though.
And, he DOES have a baby face.
And, he’s also a villain in disguise – as most personal trainers are.
Yesterday was a leg and ab workout.
As usual, I’m pretty sure I flunked.
In fact, I think I will ALWAYS flunk.
But that’s okay.
I like being tortured by him anyway.
(Even if I’m really sore after seemingly doing next to nothing.)
Have you heard of wall sits?
They are THE DEVIL.
Yes, they are.
You do them until you can’t do them anymore – and then you do a lot MORE.
• I don’t think Baby Face knows what to think of me yet.
For one thing, I’ve been on pretty good behavior.
I’ve only said the f-word one time.
I haven’t even made any dirty jokes yet.
(It’s difficult for me to act like a grown-up, but the truth is – I’m not nearly as much of a smart ass when I’m out of breath.)
Baby Face has also already made it clear distracting him with questions and chatter won’t work …
He never forgets how many reps I’ve REALLY done.
“More?” I ask, surprised.
“Yes, more,” he answers time and time again.
Baby Face is all business.
I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to sneak stuff past him eventually, right?
After all, I look so innocent to the people who don’t really know me.