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Buffin declared yesterday to be Big Booty Thursday. That was fine with me, because it meant I could sing my Big Booty song. The boring details: band-walking, leg presses (200+lbs, baby!), hamstring curls, lunges, squats, squats, squats, and one final stair run where my legs turned to jelly. The fun details: While on the Smith machine (it's like assisted barbell squats), Anthony came up behind me, hugged me under the arms, and made himself into a human chair so that I squatted into his lap. If only all squats were like that. It was magical.

My booty is hurting big today. Big-time.

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My aerial show on Sunday involves climbing to the top of the silks and fetching a tiara. Problem is, the silks we're performing on are rigged at 17 feet, and I've never climbed that high. The gym where I usually train is only about 14.5 feet. Erin and I were rehearsing at the Muse, which is rigged to 18 feet. She climbed up, hung the tiara from the top, and then I went all the way up and fetched it. Huzzah! Success! Really, there was no way I could fail because 1) I would never leave a tiara stranded and 2) all the fancy circus people were watching and it would be mortifying to not be able to climb that high in front of them. Our routine is military-themed, but once I get the tiara I am magically transformed into a soldier princess. Because we all have to find the soldier princess hiding deep within us - even if you have to climb 18 feet to find her.

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Buffin time. Soon I will have hamstrings of steel.

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I had Buffin in the morning, where he put me through all sorts of hamstring rigamarole. While on the hip adductors machine (or maybe it was adductors machine? Whatever, it's the one that works like a Thigh master), Anthony came up behind me and yelled, "Boo!" I screamed and all the big boyz dropped their weights to look at me. You know, like every Tuesday morning.
In the afternoon, Erin and I had rehearsal for our aerial act on Sunday. It was a little frustrating, as we realized our entire concept and story wasn't working. After a few hours, and some helpful feedback from our circus friends, we figured it out, but by then we were too hungry and tired to keep rehearsing. Being really famous and successful aerialists is exhausting. I got home and immediately put myself into an epsom salt bath. Then, I remembered that my blow-up doll was exhibiting strange behavior during rehearsal last weekend, so I put her in the bath. Sure enough, she has a leak, and so now I have to find a new inflatable aerial partner for my show on Saturday. Yes, I have two different aerial shows this weekend. Yes, that's amazing. Yes, my forearms are killing me.

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Monday morning time with Buffin. He really likes to torture me by digging his elbows into my TFL & hip flexors. Then it was onto sooooo maaaaaaany squaaaaaats. Buffin says my walking lunges are gorgeous. *blush*

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Morning workout with mah Buffin. My gnarly back seems to have calmed down, but it's still stiff. While Buffin was stretching me, Anthony showed Buffin a new way to stretch my hip flexors and soaz. For a few minutes, I had two men digging into my hips & groin area until I screamed. It wasn't my biggest dream come true, but it was definitely an experience.

Then it was onto a bunch of TRX rows, squats & bicep curls, stair runs, and zombie whack-a-mole (medicine ball throws). I sat on all sorts of hamstring contraptions, and then Buffin showed me a new rope machine pull, which reminded me of the moves my Viking ancestors must have used on their ship when they emigrated from Norway/stormed all the Scottish castles.

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My back is whack again, so Buffin and I decided it was Hot Mess Tuesday and we would concentrate on stretching and flexibility.

Also, on the way into the gym, I reached behind me to keep the door open for another woman, but ended up accidentally grabbing the boobs of a woman behind me. If I were the recipient of that boob grab, I probably would have laughed, or asked for $5, but this woman just glared at me. Oh well. Sorry, sister.

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Buffin and I both had colds, and were kind of over the MTA, and people and life in general. We decided to call it Hot Mess Thursday, and I decided I wanted to be a hot pink dinosaur ( I don't know why, I just thought while we were deciding things I would throw this in.) Hot Mess Thursday means we do a lot of arm and shoulder work on machines we don't normally use, and every time we do arm flies, I get to squeal, "Wheeee!"