I've seen better days
Oh, I don't feel so good.
This is what I get for not stretching out before I do inclined sit-ups. My lower abdominals feel like someone is kicking me in the crotch not once, not twice, but at a constant frequency where the intervals between kicks are so infinitesimal that it really just feels like one uber-long kick. I am in pain. I guess there's only one thing left to do: work out!
And now I've learned that one of my dear friends from Yale will not be coming in next weekend. I am angered so. She is a delight to be with, and now my weekend will consist entirely of staring at the wall. Oh, well, guess there's only one thing left to do: work out!
I love and hate my boys right now. I was playing Scrabble with them at a coffeehouse in Portland. Tony came up with some pretty good words such as "Tirade" and "Amoeba" despite losing. Remember, old friend, it is a game of strategy, not vocabulary. Well, I got back home at 1, and because of my lack of sleep, I struggled through work today. Curse those sexy, sexy boys. Oh, well, guess there's only one thing left to do: work out!
If you haven't noticed, I think I'm developing a sort of straight-Richard-Simmons-Jack-La Lane mentality. You see, as attractive as I am, I have a lot of room for improvement. There's that, and there's the fact that I want to be a regulator in the INCTL (I think it stands for the Ivy/Northwest Collegiate Taekwondo League). I made my presence known last year. Now it's time to kick some butt and get some tail! Taekwondo girls are kinda cute... All in all, I think getting buff will do more help than harm. In taekwondo, you develop a sense of masochism before you develop a sense of sadism, and once that develops, you're going for the gold.
I just wish I had a means to earn more money...
This is what I get for not stretching out before I do inclined sit-ups. My lower abdominals feel like someone is kicking me in the crotch not once, not twice, but at a constant frequency where the intervals between kicks are so infinitesimal that it really just feels like one uber-long kick. I am in pain. I guess there's only one thing left to do: work out!
And now I've learned that one of my dear friends from Yale will not be coming in next weekend. I am angered so. She is a delight to be with, and now my weekend will consist entirely of staring at the wall. Oh, well, guess there's only one thing left to do: work out!
I love and hate my boys right now. I was playing Scrabble with them at a coffeehouse in Portland. Tony came up with some pretty good words such as "Tirade" and "Amoeba" despite losing. Remember, old friend, it is a game of strategy, not vocabulary. Well, I got back home at 1, and because of my lack of sleep, I struggled through work today. Curse those sexy, sexy boys. Oh, well, guess there's only one thing left to do: work out!
If you haven't noticed, I think I'm developing a sort of straight-Richard-Simmons-Jack-La Lane mentality. You see, as attractive as I am, I have a lot of room for improvement. There's that, and there's the fact that I want to be a regulator in the INCTL (I think it stands for the Ivy/Northwest Collegiate Taekwondo League). I made my presence known last year. Now it's time to kick some butt and get some tail! Taekwondo girls are kinda cute... All in all, I think getting buff will do more help than harm. In taekwondo, you develop a sense of masochism before you develop a sense of sadism, and once that develops, you're going for the gold.
I just wish I had a means to earn more money...