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Saturday catch-up

Friday night, I biked home from the LES in the rain after having hung out at Arlene's Grocery for a few hours, soaked through my jeans from the ride there.  When I got home I thought I was going to die.  So, I downed a half bottle of Vitamin C and went to bed.  I woke up hours later a brand new woman, and started my weekend with a couple episodes of Melrose Place and a visit with my trainer.

My trainer, bless her heart, is still holding me to last month's pullup goal.  But she always waits until the VERY END of our workout, when I'm the most spent, to take me to the bar.  It always goes down the same way:  I stand beneath the bar, whimpering and whining.  Eventually, I jump up to the bar.  I squirm and contort my way to a miniscule bend in my elbows.  Finally, she comes to my rescue, guiding me (and supporting 80-90% of my weight) to 5 reps.