gluteus maximus

I got up at 4:45 yesterday morning to go to the gym. Alyssa, my trainer, completely kicked my butt. At one point I had to take five and head to The Ladies because I thought ‘I’m either gonna pass out, or puke, and neither of those will look good on this carpet.’

I had to roll out of bed this morning because I did 200 walking sprinter lunges after ignoring them for a week and couldn’t stand myself up in proper fashion.

It feels fabulous.

But I still wanted to call my workout buddy, Mal, at 7am this morning and ask ‘Do you hurt too?’