I started Boot Camp this morning. Not the Seal Training touted on stickers on every frigging Hummer/penis substitute in Richmond, but Boot Camp, nonetheless.
I was outside and exercising at 5:30 a.m. I know. ME. Take a moment and ponder that shit.
I also swallowed the majority of a winged insect that had the audacity to fly into my gasping-for-air mouth on my FIRST sprint of the workout. I got out one wing and part of a leg, but the rest went down. Fortunately, it was still dark at that point so I have no idea what type of bug it was.
48 hours to recover. Or stiffen up, if you want to be allpessimistic realistic about it.
I was outside and exercising at 5:30 a.m. I know. ME. Take a moment and ponder that shit.
I also swallowed the majority of a winged insect that had the audacity to fly into my gasping-for-air mouth on my FIRST sprint of the workout. I got out one wing and part of a leg, but the rest went down. Fortunately, it was still dark at that point so I have no idea what type of bug it was.
48 hours to recover. Or stiffen up, if you want to be all
Tell all your single friends, "walking lunges" are not pleasant.
XO, JamieSmitten
XO, JamieSmitten
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