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Today I did 42 minutes on the Stairmaster. When I am on the Stairmaster my face and eyes look like Jack Nicholson in the Shining. Just saying. I'm watching a so-so Hulu doc about a murderous couple. They killed her parents. Wish it was a tad more interesting.

Then I did 30 minutes of floor exercises and weights. I had a biopsy on a dark spot on my arm (yearly skin/body check) which Im not concerned about- don't think it will be anything, but I think it makes weight lifting a little sketchy with my arm for certain motions, so I'm just listening to my body, as they say. I tried a new weight exercise which is a score for me because I so often do the same routine. It always feels good when I finally try something new. And it worked!

There's a trainer who I think is after me, like wants me to be her bitch, her client, I mean. Her name is Janet, and I do like that's she's older (maybe late fifties). Also, she doesn't wear make-up and isn't all fashionable. She's not butch. I keep a friendly relationship with her but also set a bit of a wall because I believe she wants $$$. Today she plopped down beside me when I was doing my floor stretching, and I was like, "Holy shit." I didn't want to close my eyes (a way to give the message to others at the gym that I don't want to talk). Closing my eyes seemed too cold given that she literally threw herself down beside me. At the same time, I never want to be interrupted when I'm on the weight floor. I was like a deer in the headlights. She said, "You have good mobility." I said, "Thanks," and then went back to exercising. She took the hint. She is really the only trainer who is not young and fabulous, so I do exchange warm greetings with her. But, yo, give me my space when I am working out!