I think I was dreaming
Friday, March 5th, 2010Last night, I had a bit of a funny dream/sorta’ nightmare involving Will Ferrell and that stupid half-ball thing. Would you like to see that torture device I bitch about constantly?
It’s called a BOSU. Imagine balancing on that damn thing on one foot with the ball-side down, one knee up with your thigh parallel to the ground. Then add doing curls and shit with two twelve-pound weights. Yeah, that’s what I was doing yesterday.
This morning I woke up with the most ridiculously sore lower abdominal muscles known to womankind.
And at 11:00, I have yet another personal training session with that guy who tried to kill me. Yes, two days in a row to make up for the fact that I was out of town and missed my appointment last week.
I’d say maybe I shouldn’t have had three glass of wine, stayed out late dancing, and finished Happy Hour sushi sometime after 1:00 a.m. last night, but then that would mean that I wouldn’t have had the most bad-ass time that I’ve had in weeks. It was worth it… but I think I won’t tell Will Ferrell why I’m so exhausted this morning.
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