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Ok... I swear... my trainer is trying to kill me.

First... she had me lifting weights until my arms felt as if they were going to fall off.

Today... she had me doing stuff on my legs. Once I was finished... I was walking like I had two gimp legs.

But seriously... this is cool. I'm so glad that I'm actually able to start getting back into shape.

My trainer said that if I continue to strengthen the muscles in my legs that she has me working on... I should be able to run again.

So... this is good news.

In other news, I took my last math test (excluding the final) today. I think I got a 104... but I won't be sure until I get the test back on either Tue. or Thur. of next week.
Near the end of the test, someone asked if he was going to give a curve. He said he'd see how everyone did. I really hope I didn't just destroy the curve for everyone... that would be bad.

I know I got the bonus question correct... because I asked the professor about it as I turned it in.

So... if I got the rest of the right... I'll have a 104. That would be cool... because it would take my 94 and bump it up to a 98.

Anyways... I've got to go eat something. And I've got to start keeping track of what I eat and when I eat it... otherwise my trainer's going to get mad at me again. :) (Ok... so she wasn't really mad at me.)