While I kicked it up a notch at the gym, I didn't reach my goal, yet somehow managed to purchase a Le Creuset dutch over sometime in March. Don't ask. I extended my deadline through August and started a bootcamp class at my gym last week. Two days a week, one hour, 5.45 am. AWESOME! Right, in addition to doing something at the gym or outside every day but Sunday. I've actually been able to do it, and have been rewarded by gaining a pound. And being rendered a paraplegic.
Yesterday morning, we did stripper squats. Like 10,000. Naturally, I was quite good at them. What I'm not quite good at now is sitting up in bed, walking, leaning over, bending, driving, breathing, getting out of a chair, living. FUCK! That shit hurts! DOMS is kicking my ass. How am I supposed to run tonight so that I don't suck ass even worse tomorrow morning? F U vicious cycle! I will prevail. It's only six weeks. I can do anything for six weeks, especially if it involves not getting a hair cut, washing my car, or paying bills.
Also, how many ibuprofen is too much? Are too much. I think i just got my answer.
Bath time!
8 comments:
if it doesnt make me bleed or throw up i'll do it!
i actually coughed up a noodle imaging this whole scenario. whatever that means.
shain - i will!
jgong - what scene? me actually excersizing something besides a remote or my macbook track pad? fine.
this... "Yesterday morning, we did stripper squats. Like 10,000. Naturally, I was quite good at them. What I'm not quite good at now is sitting up in bed, walking, leaning over, bending, driving, breathing, getting out of a chair, living. FUCK!"
some of your best work ever.
i'm concerned, j-gong. you're sounding very shainy.
i'm still paying for the stripper squats. i've consumed little to no water so that i don't have to pee. i literally cannot lower myself. SEXY! MARRY ME!
"very shainy" --- ha.
i'm not even sure what to say here but now i have a new respect for the flexibility of strippers maybe?
This post makes NO SENSE. Also, I think I may be drunk. In Florence, bitches. (I just wrote "in Florence, itches," which may refer to my very first herpes breakout in Rome after 30 years of no herpes and *6* months of celibacy. Which sucks, let me tell you. I mean, if I get herpes then I should at least have done something to ENJOYABLE, right? None of this "I have no idea where it came from" crap.)
P.S. Send things to the school address.
P.P.Scrotum: What is YOUR address? So I can email you a [herpes-free] postcard.
Err, "least have done something ENJOYABLE". Subtract the "to." Also, am drunk. Itches.
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