I can’t remember EVER having a butt as sore as it is today. After Tuesday’s overhead walking lunges, it feels like someone punched me repeatedly in the middle of each cheek. Pleasant. I’m not sure what today’s workout is, but I’m hoping it loosens up my sore buns.
The WOD yesterday was basically Fran, but with double unders. PASS. I buried my face in my laptop and got a ton of work done. I ordered new posters for the front office, and I’m PUMPED to see them. Our old faded ones need some sprucing up.
It turns out that breaking up with Sam Adams was very good for my body. No…I’m no talking about health and longevity, I’m talking about the SCALE. I’m down 6lbs since Monday, and I couldn’t be happier. I should be in 139 land very soon! I still want beer.
I’ve been day dreaming about the 2010 Games lately. I am 100% excited to compete again, but I think I’ll honestly cry if I have to run that hill again. Like, weeping openly and shaking my fist angrily kind of crying.