So Stacie and I went to the gym and had an hour with a personal trainer this afternoon.  We’ve been going consistently every morning and doing 2 or 3 miles on the treadmill and then lifting so I thought we’d just be stepping it up a bit.  Mistaken, is the term that comes to mind.  Holy crapski.  I can barely walk up stairs. I walked up to my office and I’m a little worried to actually go back down the stairs.  The guy’s really good and he definitely made it fun, but there was one point on the stationary bike where I was pretty sure that my breakfast was going to make an appearance.  The funny thing is the trainer (Jay) used to be a programmer for a company that has a content management system fairly similar to ours, got sick of it and now he’s a personal trainer (at least he’s not an athletic supporter… buh dum tsshhh!) anyway, i can’t think so good right now ’cause of all the blood being out of my melon so…