Run, girly, run!

So it's been nearly a month since my last post and a lot of interesting stuff has happened.
If by interesting you mean, not very.
Missy K has decided that just going to the gym to be flogged is not nearly as fun as having a personal trainer come to the house to torture us - personally.
The delightful, English accented trainer comes to the house once a week and makes us do all sorts of contortions that can be performed in the home for those day that you just can't drag your arse to the gym.
And she also gives us homework.
I didn't like homework in school and I don't like it now.
Last night we went to a local reserve to do some outdoor training.
While Missy K, who popped something in her calf last week, got to walk around the oval, I had to run around it.
Twice!
And as it turns out, that's about all I can do.
I can run the laps and Missy K can do the pull-ups.
I'm the legs, she's the arms - together we make a reasonably fit person, with a bit of flab to spare.

One thing that has happened that is slightly interesting is that I have purchased my airline ticket for New York.
So now even if The Boy gets his meeting cancelled, I'm going.
There was a slight issue finding a hotel as The Boy was reluctant to let me stay in one and a half dubious stars of luxury despite the fact that it was quite central to everything that I want to see.
So now, thanks to his contacts at work, I'm now staying in a hotel with a few extra stars and a chocolate shop right next door.
It was presented to me as an option with the opening line of "Would you have a problem staying in a hotel that's right above a chocolate store?".
There was not even a moment of hesitation in my response.
"There are no diets on holiday".