I was watching the Tae-bo video I ordered laughing as I laid on the couch ready to take a siesta, but then I started doing some of the hand moves. The next thing you freaggin' know I'm standing up doing them other moves (and sweating) "Smithers! What is the foreign chemical on my skin!?"
The I started doing everything (it was over halfway over when I got up). That's not bad, right?
Weeeeeeell.. let me tell you what the smart me did then. I restarted it and did the whole thing again. 50+ minutes. The shower after felt good, but I am so dead when I go to sleep and wake up. My muscles haven't been used in years for anything really. I've been a lazy bum. Hey? Maybe if I never fall asleep the pain won't come.
I'm going to be laughed at so much tomorrow.
I feel the sleep coming upon me as is Freddie Kruger (Tae-Bo version) is summoning me to sleep so I can wake up in total agony and won't be able to move. BTW, I had a very messed up dream about him the other night. I didn't realize it was a dream at the time, but I decided in the dream to take him on. The day started turning into night, but in the dream I was wide awake, naturally, right? One time he ran past me and I tried to chase him, but he disappeared. When I woke up I was pretty happy I didn't try to get him since it was a dream.
Ok, back to Tae-Bo hell. Remember the saying by Evita, "Don't cry for me Argentina." Well.. I'd like some of that crying for me.
Wish me well. Ouch, just the thought of tomorrow is painful.
Beauty

