So after a month and a half hiatus (ok, maybe more) I finally made it back to the gym. Man, do I feel like an old woman. I was stiff and joints were cracking and I sure didn’t make it past a fast walk. Now I’m sore and tired. But at least I have cute hair right? ( I just had it cut and now have bangs!) If only someone would routinely tear the brownie pan out of my hand, I might not have to endure the boringness that is the gym. It’s just not the same without my Kayla sweating along beside me. Maybe I’ll try the new Turbo Fire class that just strated. Hopefully that will rev my engine.
Blech, the gym September 29, 2010