Forget marathons.  I think I’ve discovered something new, an event I can really master, a duathlon of sorts- running 9 miles and then lifting things up and putting them down for several consecutive hours.  Since this is precisely what I did yesterday and today woke as pumped as The Terminator, I’m sure such a competition is my true calling.

Rather than heeding the call of my new destiny, I opted instead for Bootcamp at UEF.  I was thrilled to find one of my favorite trainers, RKR , subbing but not because I dislike the usual instructor.  RKR regularly teaches on Wednesday mornings, a class I religiously attended until my marathon training began.  These are my longish run days and since this girl is so hard-core, I couldn’t possibly do both.  Marathon training is chock-full-of sacrifices, missing RKR’s class is simply one of many.  As is apparent from the above picture, RKR is dazzlingly strong.  She recently moved to California from Boston so we share many Masshole  (a term of endearment, not an insult) specific traits.  RKR is a small yet mighty piece of home, with excellent taste in music.  I always leave her classes feeling more robust than when I arrived, with a powerful soundtrack playing in my head.