Today, for the first time in a few years, I’m heading back to the gym.
I’m a little scared of the “evaluation” process and Tom’s not helping me feel better about the initial work-out either. He’s been coming home from his training sessions and saying things like “My arms are dead” and “My legs are rubber”.
I laugh and tell him I won’t let them do that to me. I also add that they better read my form where I list all of my GETTING OLD aches and pains. Nope. Not gonna make the old lady cry.
I’m also hoping that they won’t be able to tell that I demolished this over the last 24 hours.
Really, only 3 pieces.
Only 2 on Thanksgiving. (I had to have it before dinner because it was CALLING me.)
Just one for breakfast, yesterday.
GET OFF MY BACK, ALREADY, CURSED TRAINER!!!