a turtle on its back. That is what I resembled this week after my work out. My daughter had to help me get up because I was stuck. With every movement I wanted to punch someone in the head.
Luckily the day after the torture session I had to teach. I park nine miles (ok, not really but it sure felt that way) from the school. College students get VERY IMPATIENT with slow moving people. They were all up on me! I had to say BACK IT UP I AM MOVING AS FAST AS I CAN!! I CURSE YOU WITH OLD AGE!!! Okay, so I didn't say that but I thought it. I also thought about stopping suddenly and having one of these wisenheimers trip over themselves trying to avoid running into the old fat lady.
I took the elevator one flight. Every muscle in my body was spassing, which made me kind of look like the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz. All of my exercisy kind of friends tell me that this is great that I am sore, I just have to power through it, I'm going to be so happy that I did this, BLAH BLAH BLAH. They are stupid.
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