Ow, ow, ow, ow, ouch, owchy, ow...
I feel like a wrung-out washcloth. I hurt all over.
Obviously, I must have gone to the gym today.
One of the things about using a personal trainer (there were 12 sessions that came as a "sign-up-now incentive" with our gym membership, and we're only just using them) is that there's somebody standing there who knows exactly how far to push you before you puke your guts up.
Ow!
And in other news, temperatures here in Chicago soared high into the mid-30's today. Given the frigid weather of the last week or two, it felt like Summer had come early. Hell, I briefly considered taking a walkabout in t-shirt and shorts even.
That is so sad...
I'm really starting to miss Thailand about now.
(ow!)
Obviously, I must have gone to the gym today.
One of the things about using a personal trainer (there were 12 sessions that came as a "sign-up-now incentive" with our gym membership, and we're only just using them) is that there's somebody standing there who knows exactly how far to push you before you puke your guts up.
Ow!
And in other news, temperatures here in Chicago soared high into the mid-30's today. Given the frigid weather of the last week or two, it felt like Summer had come early. Hell, I briefly considered taking a walkabout in t-shirt and shorts even.
That is so sad...
I'm really starting to miss Thailand about now.
(ow!)