MY MUSCLES HATE ME
I went to the personal trainer yesterday. Since it was my first day, he had to give me a fitness test. I got weighed/measured,etc etc and then he gave me a sit up/push up test. Good freakin' God I forgot how hard that shit is(the push ups.) I had a minute to do however many I could. ROFL what a joke. After 12 seconds he was like "you're still on the clock." Well, yeah. But my body can't hack it. I was surprisingly a lot better at doing sit ups. I didn't stop until he said "times up!" Good for me. Yay. And then I came home and had KFC and apple pie. :x
This morning when I woke up my shoulders, my abs, my legs, and even my BUTT was/still is really sore. Someone give me a heating pad.
Tonight: work. I'd rather lick Ike's balls than ever have to look at that place again. Think of me tonight around the hours of 5:30-8:00p. That's when we're the most busy. gross.
This morning when I woke up my shoulders, my abs, my legs, and even my BUTT was/still is really sore. Someone give me a heating pad.
Tonight: work. I'd rather lick Ike's balls than ever have to look at that place again. Think of me tonight around the hours of 5:30-8:00p. That's when we're the most busy. gross.