I’m trying to fit in some fitness, but it’s not working. I’m trying to stay calm, but that’s not working either. The only thing I can do is get more coffee.
I’m huddled in my uglysnuggly bathrobe, a cat curled and snoring against me. I deserve it. My entire body is throbbing. I’ve put it through a lot these last two days, taking advantage of the time alone to do a couple of workouts. Yesterday was a short and hard 45 minutes, this morning’s 2-hour workout…
Happy Saturday, my lovelies. I have the weekend off to recover from the absolute hell of yesterday’s shift, I just finished 2¼ hours of a pure body blasting beat down of a workout, I’ve had three cups of coffee, and I’m in a decent mood for a change. Oh frabjous day. Now, I’m just waiting…