Holy Butt Cramp

My butt is taking me back to a conversation I had yesterday at the gym.

Trainer:  Your backside and legs are going to be sore tomorrow from all this workout.

Me:  I’ll try not to whine too much.  I'm getting better at working through it!

Fast forward to today:

Ouuuuuchhhhhh! 

Walking Wounded

Son of a billy goat!

I am sore from working out.

"Woe, dee-spair and agonyyyyy on me. Deep dark depression, excessive misery..."

I knew it would be bad, but I didn’t know it would be this bad.

I can’t walk without moaning.  I can’t breathe without moaning.  I turn, and I gasp.

I would take drugs...but I really don’t think they’ll help.

I’m thinking about stopping any fluid or food intake because it hurts to just sit on the toilet.

And Tuesday, I’m going to do it all over again? At 5 a.m.? 

What in the H. E. Double L was I thinking??