The Dream-Day 99

Yesterday was a rest day, but it was anything but relaxing. I woke up to find my iPhone had been stolen along with $650. I left the phone on my night table the evening before and the cash was in my room safe. Found out too late that my door doesn't exactly latch unless you slam the crap out of it. Filled out a report so I figure Club Med will be reimbursing me pronto...NOT. This place is beautiful, but the staff really sucks ass. Put it this way, they've never put customer and service in the same sentence. By the way, if you're contemplating coming to Punta Cana they charge you $10 a head to enter the country. WTF?

Anyway, I'm improvising my workouts. Swam an hour today in the uber salty Caribbean. Didn't realize it makes you pee like crazy. I quickly changed and went to the gym to do intervals on a stationary bike. The 2 they had were occupied so I did Ab Ripper and half of Shoulders and Arms from P90X while I waited, did my bike workout, then finished with the weights.

A few hours later I went windsurfing which was more like standing up on a board and falling repeatedly while cursing. Really can't stand sucking at anything. I know, shocker. I'll be back at it again tomorrow. I'll lasso Dane, the windsurfing dude, and won't let him leave until I'm ready for the X Games.

Shane & Dad chillin'. Last day with my tunes. The a-hole that stole my phone better like Phish.