She is raging, she is raging
It's called an Act of God. As we approached the rec center, B. and I suddenly found ourselves buffeted by hurricane force winds. We shielded our eyes from flying debris and leaned forward to facilitate our halting progress. While he remarked with astonishment upon the sudden change, I was preoccupied with the numbness in my toes; the ankle brace read "sizes 8 1/2 to 10" but I feared it was just a tad too small. We were doing jumping jacks when the first power outtage occured. We were doing squats during the second. After the third, we finished up three sets of 20 pushups/25 bicycles, stretched a little, and were sent home. We are apparently not advanced enough to spar in the dark.
We exited the building to find block after block plunged into complete darkness. The temperature had dropped from 60 to 43 over the course of forty-five minutes. So, we returned to B.'s house and ate shrimp while watching MTV's Tough Enough.
This gives me four more days to rest my foot.
We exited the building to find block after block plunged into complete darkness. The temperature had dropped from 60 to 43 over the course of forty-five minutes. So, we returned to B.'s house and ate shrimp while watching MTV's Tough Enough.
This gives me four more days to rest my foot.