Yesterday, I wasn’t sore, except for a little on the tailbone. So I went to the gym and took it pretty easy. 20 minutes cardio, and I know I’m supposed to strength-train, so I tried some of the scary machines on the boy’s side (there was only 1 boy there, so it was ok). I did one thing for my arms, then one for my abs, but it wasn’t too hard so I did it twice, cause my abs really need some work. By this point, the boy was really in my way on all the machines I wanted, plus I’m a weakling, there’s no way I’m gonna be doing biceps curls with 35 lbs and I didn’t feel like doing hand weights by myself, so I left. (End longest sentence ever).
Today, I woke up s-o-r-e. Muscles I didn’t know I had. Which is good, but bad. But good. So then I took 2 final exams, and now I’m going to get ready for my piano recital. Trading in my tennis shoes for some wedge heels. And man, am I ever tired. Physically and mentally, but it’s all good, cause it’s almost summer! Yay!
Here’s hoping this is coherent.