So, on Saturday I decided to take Bettsy up on her offer of joining her and Jess for their semi-weekly step aerobics/FIST class. I had been making fun of Bettsy's whinging regarding how cramped she felt after her classes. I have, however, since eaten my words.
Ow.
It's been two days, and I am walking like a little old man who just made a mess in his pants. Not cool. I realize that F.I.S.T., rather than a snicker-worthy reminder of some sort of BDSM activity, in actuality stands for "F***, I'M SORE TODAY!" It's like tiny little elves have attached themselves to my calves and are stabbing my muscles with little pitchforks and twisting....aaaaaauuughhh.....
Uh oh...cramp....*wincing*
OK. I concede. *whimper*
K
Monday, March 26, 2007
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4 comments:
Ummm... I don't remember ever 'whinging' about anything, but it serves you right for making fun of me! HaHa!
Going to come again next week?
You know you waaaant to.
PS. I sent the elves because you pick on my grammar :)
Yes. Karma's a feisty bitch.
(for the 'whinging', not the grammar. Because, Let's face it, that's what I was put on this Earth for)
K
Hehe... I'm going to FIST again tonight if you want to join me!
:)
Sorry, can't.
I'll be busy covering myself in honey then having someone bury me neck deep in an anthill, where I will be slowly bitten and consumed. It sounds like fun!
hehe.
K
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