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1. So, if you're here, you have probably figured out that our blog has a new look. And it will be awesome. As soon as we (meaning T) do some techy stuff to change and fix some stuff.

2. I try to hit the apartment's gym pretty often. "Gym" is an overstatement. It's a fitness room with two treadmills, two new stationary bikes, two old stationary bikes and some weight machines. But it is WAY better than nothing or paying for a gym membership. A few days ago I had just gotten on the treadmill and a sketchy looking guy came in. Keep in mind that the fitness center in our complex is in the basement. With nothing else around. And no windows. And it requires a special key to get in.

So I just keep going on the treadmill watching TV and sketchy guy sits down on the other side at the weight machines. The wall that the TV is on is a mirrored wall so I'm watching him out of the corner of my eye. He's not working out, he's just watching me. So I look over at him and he does one rep. And I'm running and he's watching me and I start thinking, "No one will hear me scream!" So I hop off the treadmill without cooling down or turning off the TV and practically run all the back to our apartment. I haven't seen him since, but I might start bringing my pepper spray (thanks Dad!) with me when I work out.

3. I figure as long as I don't have one of those job things I might as well get in really good shape. Today I did my first workout with Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred. It's a welcome change from our apartment's fitness room and I'm happy to be off the treadmill and away from sketchy men. I have heard lots of people raving about it (mostly brides looking to get fit before the big day) so I bought it on sale at Amazon.com with a gift card. I did level one and it was definitely a workout. I was breathing hard and my muscles were shaking. And the workout is only 20 minutes long. I guess I'm not as in shape as I thought I was. I also bought Jillian's No More Trouble Zones. That one is 40 minutes and I haven't tried it yet.

4. I was coming back from the grocery store across the street. I got on our apartment's elevator with one other lady. And when she got off, without thinking, so did I. It was the wrong floor. And I followed her for a long time before I realized it. When I realized I was on the wrong floor I turned around very suddenly and started walking back to the elevator. I'm sure she thought I was going to follow her and break into her apartment. Because that's what I always think when people follow me for too long. Is that irrational?