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And now for my next impression, Jesse Owens!

If you don't know who Margaret O'Brien is, she was a child actress of the early 1940s. She appears as "Tootie Smith" in one of my favorite movies, Meet Me In St. Louis. It's a very charming film taking a nostalgic look at a family in 1903, living in St. Louis as preparations swirl around them for the 1904 World's Fair. One of the scenes from the "Fall" vignette features young Margaret telling her older sister (Judy Garland) that their neighbor -- the boy next door for whom she carries a serious torch -- tried to kill her. It's the weak, sad little voice, "It was John Truett. He tried to KILL me." (Later on, she reveals that it was all part of a scheme that she concocted to try to get a trolley car to derail... he actually pulled her to safety. Long story - watch the movie).

About 3:00 this afternoon, I was doing a MEAN impression of young Margaret O'Brien.... only it would have been, "It was Dave. Dave my trainer. He tried to kill me!" Only teasing!!

But I had mentioned to Dave that I need something new.... and BOY, did he oblige! It's interval training like nothing I have ever done before, and yet I get this great workout in, in about 30-35 minutes. I like this one -- enough that I think I'll be able to really work it into my schedule well, and get a good workout too.

I am also going to check out some gyms near the office... at least until my schedule straightens out a little more. Funny .... everything I'd had in my nice little boxes on the calendar at Christmas has pretty much gone
BOOM!
and now I have to adjust.

Yep.... this workout's gonna do me a LOT of good!

(Oh, and bonus points if you know which movie the post title comes from!)

Comments

Unknown said…
Awesome :) Glad to hear it. You keep up the great work!!!
Unknown said…
Oh and this is angie from WW. my husband had his thing left as auto logged in.... WOOT!
nettiemac said…
HA!!! I wondered who Ed was -- I was thinking I had another follower! :D
Angie A said…
Ed can be my incognito :)

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