Russ the Trainer Might Not Hate Me So Much (Operation Steamy Hot in Vegas Update)

I think I've pinpointed the main reason I feel like Russ the trainer might hate me. It's really because I think he forgots that after we work out, I still have to walk down 2 flights of stairs to leave the gym, to the subway, down the subway stairs (thank you MTA for the escalator at 51st and Lex), onto the train, off the train, up the subway stairs (damn you MTA for not having escalators at my stop), to my apartment and then up the three flights of stairs to the Penthouse. All while carrying my gym bag and whatever else I think I might have to have on my person for the day. Are you kidding me, Russ?

We did more arms/upper body stuff tonight and I can almost barely type as a result!

I think he took it slightly easier on me today - maybe because it was my last paid session. But I guess it worked - I signed up for five more. That should bring me right up to the Steamy Hot in Vegas launch party (aka Craftsteak at the MGM - table for one, appetizers for three)!