Yesterday my legs were a little sore. Turns out 100 squats will do that to a girl. Today, I can’t even walk right. As the day progressed it seemed as if my thighs were wrapped in tiny corsets. That two day curse. I should have stretched every ten minutes and gone for a run. I should have done something, anything to ease the pain. Mostly I just complained. It feels really good to whine about something so petty and self-inflicted. But that just convinced me to skip the gym. Oops.

I’ll feel bad about it tomorrow, I’m sure.

Tonight, we harvested our too small brussel sprouts and bought some Apricot beer.