Had something exceedingly cool happen today. While working, I saw Kelly's (bodybuilder/fitness goddess/personal trainer) car in the gym parking lot, and since I'd been wanting to see if she was going over to Metairie again this Thursday (and could we carpool again) I stopped in. She was with a client, but she advised me that yes, she was planning on going back over there, and certainly we could carpool. (Note to those who don't follow the workout journal--there is a free posing class and fitness assessment by some very astute trainers in Metairie on Thursday nights. Very motivating and worthwhile for anyone preparing for a contest.) Then she threw me for a loop. "Are you working out tomorrow?" she asked. I thought that she was just maybe making friendly conversation, and I replied that yes I was, and in fact I was taking my 8-hour day tomorrow so I could get to the gym by about 2:30 before the evening crowds hit. "Would you like to work out together?" she then asked, completely stunning me.

Wow. This is like the grail of workout partners! She knew about the Mike situation, and that I'd basically lost my partner, so... whether she really is looking for someone to work out with, or just being an unspeakably nice person to help me out with my training (when people pay her big bucks for that kind of help!) I dunno.. but I'm delighted either way! Even if I just have someone to work out with twice a week, I'd be thrilled, especially on days that I want to go a little heavier and want a spotter. And I've been planning on pumping her (no pun intended)for information about how I should tailor my workouts to my contest goals anyway.

Needless to say, that totally made my entire week. I told Mike about it, and he gave this relieved sigh. "Well, that makes me feel better!" he said. "Not totally better, but that helps." Which suprised me a tad--I hadn't realized that he'd felt so bad about the situation. (That kinda gave me warm fuzzies too!)

Anyway, most (if not all) of my team knows about the Phone Call, and all vociferously agree that it's "fucked up." Opinions are divided as to whether I should go to Internal Affairs about it, since it most assuredly is harassment (and it's also not the first time.) I'm just about decided to not go on this one, since I am fairly positive that this phone call is not related to the ones that occurred last year. However, if it happens again, I'll go and file a report--even though I know that there's really no way to find out who the perpetrator is, at least it'll be on paper that it's happening.

I also continue to be grateful that my Lieutenant is a woman, and she knows exactly what I'm going through. I have an enormous amount of respect for her--she's been a cop "since God made dirt" (her words) and she's one helluva supervisor.