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Oh dear gawd. Today Cyn and I totally had our asses handed to us by a pool full of grannies. We figured Aquafit would be a nice way to ease into working out what with the non-stressie knees and joints aspect. Before class started we surveyed the field of grey hairz around us and got all cocky. Cyn's all like, 'yeah after class I think I'll go jump on the treadmill to, you know, get a full work out in' and I was all 'ohh, yeah, I'll just swim some laps then to, you know, top this up'.
Sweet.
Baby.
Jesus.
By the end of the class I all but crawled into the change room weeping, while the nice old grannies patted me on the head and told me I did good for a first timer and not to give up cuz soon I'd be fit like them.
Fit like a 70 year old.
I may never live the shame of this down.
Assuming, of course, that I live period. I went down for a nap before the boys this afternoon and all the advil in the world is doing nothing to make my muscles want to hold me upright. Death doesn't seem like an unpleasant alternative. And I can't even fucking drink tonight.
Remind me again why I'm doing this to myself?
Oh. Right. I'm a total masochist and mildly retarded to boot because I enjoy making myself suffer for a good story. And a tight ass. Never forget the tight abs and ass. Someday legions of fans will write odes to my abs while they chant my name and throw money and jewels at my feet.
This will totally happen.
Totally.
Sweet.
Baby.
Jesus.
By the end of the class I all but crawled into the change room weeping, while the nice old grannies patted me on the head and told me I did good for a first timer and not to give up cuz soon I'd be fit like them.
Fit like a 70 year old.
I may never live the shame of this down.
Assuming, of course, that I live period. I went down for a nap before the boys this afternoon and all the advil in the world is doing nothing to make my muscles want to hold me upright. Death doesn't seem like an unpleasant alternative. And I can't even fucking drink tonight.
Remind me again why I'm doing this to myself?
Oh. Right. I'm a total masochist and mildly retarded to boot because I enjoy making myself suffer for a good story. And a tight ass. Never forget the tight abs and ass. Someday legions of fans will write odes to my abs while they chant my name and throw money and jewels at my feet.
This will totally happen.
Totally.