I. hate. every. minute. of. it. But I continue to do it because I know it is a great way get my body to burn fat more efficiently. And since I have the metabolism of a three-toed sloth, I am looking for any boost, short of using cocaine, that I can get.
This leads me to today...my arms are so sore from lifting yesterday that I typed this entire post with my breath. I have become an exercise-induced Stephen Hawking, minus the wheel-chair and the creepy computer voice. Actually, since I can still walk and have taken to keeping my arms all curled up close to my body, I more closely resemble a Tyrannosaurus Rex with those tiny, little, useless arms. Hopefully, by tomorrow's training session I will be less sore.
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