5:11 pm

I am going to die.

The only thing keeping me from throwing myself out of the car right now are the childproof locks. And the fact that i'm looking forward to shopping with Marsie this weekend.

So, the coach had us do interval training. Do you know what that is? an hour of sheer torture. I don't want to talk about it.

OK, I'll talk about it. He had us do CRAZY boot camp-like things like doing push ups. And pull ups. I tell you, it's inhuman. They should get this guy to head up the concentration camps if America ever becomes a white-supremist dictatorship. And then he had us run stairs. Who does he think his is? Sam Mussibini? (in case you don't know who that is, it's the coach on Chariots of fire. ONe of my all time favorite movies, and favorite piano pieces. It drives my mother insane.)

Mom says it will give me nice legs.

As if I care about that sort of thing.