Darn

My personal trainer says...

Wait a minute, I gotta interrupt this broadcast here. What's with that phrase "my personal trainer?" When did I get one of those? I feel like "personal trainer" is a phrase that should go with one of those urban mercenaries who wears sneakers with a business skirt, goes to the gym religiously at 4:30 am every morning, bleaches her hair at a salon, and whose daily life will never require her to lift anything heavier than a goldplated pen. She's divorced. She has a dog, but someone else walks him. She goes to the gym because she doesn't do anything FUN that provides exercise. No one has ever seen her smile - at least not sincerely.

Some day I will write this character into a novel. Her big moment will be letting her feelings out in a huge freeing catharsis.

ANYway...

He says the cardio stuff and the weight routine are indeed to be done on the same day. They are both short enough that if done back-to-back they won't take much more than an hour. I can skip a day of each, so on the day I do the 45-minute run I don't have to tack on weights. (Darn, I was hoping to alternate weights and cardio and spend that much less time. Sigh. TANSTAAFL!)

If I had a million dollars

Stolen from mactavish.

I answer this one differently every time. It's interesting to see my answers change. Oddly enough, I think I miiiiight have actually had a million dollars once. On paper, that is; counting unvested stock options and that sort of thing. What I did was lose it in the stock market. :-) This answer is much more fun!

I'd pay off Rick's truck &/or trailer loan so he can live longer as a nomad if he likes.

I'd probably replace my twelve-year-old (oops! thirteen now) car.

I'd see if bribery can get me hangar space, and if so, I'd buy a brand-new Pitts S-2C and tuck it in snugly under a roof. I'd buy it from Sean Tucker so's it'd come with lessons. 8-) I'd be heartily tempted to fly it back from Wyoming myself.

Still got more than 700K left!

I'd buy a big handful of BAMM scholarships for teens. I'd give a mess o' money to anyone taking in really big cats from people who realize they don't make good pets when they grow up. I'd get a 737 type rating ($10k).

I'd quit this job. Blargh. Take a year off. Spend it flying, backpacking, hiking, making love.

I'd probably throw the remaining half million into a couple mutual funds. Might be worth something some day. ;-)

(well, ok: the remaining half million went to the government, of course.)