Thursday, January 6, 2011

WWD: The Substitute

I thought I'd share some snaps with you from my days off (Thursday and Friday) so you can see that it ain't all glitz and glamour (ahem...) at Casa de Trips. Nope, it's usually grandpa cardis, bare feet and minimal makeup.

So I dragged my arse out of bed at 5 a.m. to make a 5:30 Body Blast class (similar to boot camp, but not quite as horrific). This was after laying awake off and on until about 3:30, when the Hubs FINALLY got home from work. I slept some, but unfortch, I'm a worrier, and when I know the dude has worked all day, into the night, and then has to drive home almost an hour away, I can't hep it. I worry. It's what I do.
Fast forward to me getting dressed for class, driving to the gym, even SERIOUSLY contemplating just sitting in my nice warm car for a nappy pappy and skipping class, but in the end I go in. And what do my wondering eyes see upon entering said class? A sub.


And this is not just any sub. I've had her before, not only at this gym, but at others. She typically teaches Zumba, so I was surprised to see her in Body blast. I have, admittedly, even walked out of her class when I realized it was her teaching. I'm not proud of that, but that's how strongly I feel. Let me start by saying she is a VERY nice woman. Seems sweet. But she also seems like she's making sh!t up as she's teaching it, and when I am getting my arse out of bed at 5 a.m. to work out, I damn well want someone who knows what they're teaching and can challenge me.

I don't want someone who is rushing through reps with weights in a manner to me that seemed way too fast to be effective, because in order to do them as fast as she was, you had to use a lighter weight. I'd rather lift heavier and slower and FEEEEEL the burn. Ah well. In the end, I got my workout over with, I'm sitting drinking coffee listening to the little people wake up upstairs, and thinking I might have some poached eggs on wheat toast for breakfast. Poached eggs, people - made em for the first time ever this weekend. I have always been afraid to attempt them. Go figure. I don't have a problem making herb-crusted rack of lamb, but poached eggs FRIGHTEN me. In the end, they're really not that scary. Why the hell am I talking about poached eggs again at this point? I thought we were talking subs.

So am I the only petty one here? Anyone else miffed when they get a sub at the gym? Bueller? Bueller? Anyone?????? Share. This is a safe place.

Cardi: Charlotte Russe
Tee: Target
Cords: Old Navy



Natasha said...

There was that ONE sub I didn't likey so much.... Mr. Short-tunbler-man. Also, please to teach me to cook!!!! I tried the Spicy Nuts and they turned out a little soggy. That's right - I had soggy nuts.

merciblahblah said...

Ugh - I HATE when I end up with soggy nuts. I'd be happy to do a tutorial wif you.

Oh yeah, short tumbler man. He is going to be teaching a new self-defense kickboxing class. Do you want me to sign you up for it?


TokenBlonde said...

I do indeed feel your pain. I take a dance class once a week and when I walk in the studio to find someone else's name under the "teacher" spot I go through this entire process of "do I stay or do I go". There is this one girl in particular who will drive me out of there faster than Whitney Houston to a crack pipe. She has these short stubby arms that make me feel uneasy and her energy level is entirely too high for a class where we drop it down low at a moment's notice. No thanks!
BTW, I really like your blog. First time commenter however so I guess you could say I've been lurking around for a hot minute.

Cathy W. said...

I hate getting a sub too! You go into class expecting your favorite, hardcore, heavy weighting lifting intstructor and you get Ms. Mousy Mouse lifting her 5 lbs weights. Ugh! I'd rather stay at home and it myself:)

Noe @ Adella Avenue said...

I'm still impressed you get up early to hit the gym...

Thanks for the note on my site! I'm glad you liked the pics. You should definitely post your "Audrey"-inspired outfits up, I'd love to see what you come up with.

On the giveaway note, I'm doing my first one, too. A bit slow-going, but I'm keeping the faith!

-xoxo Noe

Freelance Shop-A-Holic said...

Ha! You should see me on my "off days"
I look like a patchwork quilt. With holes.

I don't go to the gym. I hate that place. I run and workout at home. I am looking for a pilates plus place though.