Cowboys, Corgi, and Cassandra

I think I slept wrong last night because I have a horrible kink in my neck. Of course, it could also be from watching the Cowboys game yesterday, where the entire time I had my head tilted to the side trying to figure out what was going wrong with my favorite quarterback (I call him my Love Muffin, fyi).

On Saturday, Patrick (our trainer) decided to change things up a bit and we had to do a distance run/walk/jog/whatever. My little group (Christi, Erin, and myself) did a total of three miles, and I thought I was going to die by the end of it. We were doing some power walking, which I can totally do, but not with this group! Let me tell you about Erin (our Chronicle contact); Erin’s legs are the length of my total body. One of her strides equals about twenty of mine. I felt like I was sprinting the entire three miles. As Greg put it, I looked like a little Corgi trying to keep up with a Greyhound. This is the drawback of being five feet tall.

Saturday we also had a small team lunch at Zen and got to chit-chat a bit. I really enjoyed the meal (and I had white rice with my meal instead of brown…I’m such a rebel) and the discussions we had. We really do mesh well together, so props to the Chronicle staff that picked us. We are totally awesome.

After our workout and lunch, I went home and napped for two hours. I was out cold. I’ve noticed that I’ve been going to bed earlier now that I’m workout out during the week. Sometimes I can’t even finish watching the ten o’clock news without falling asleep. I must be getting old.