~annejuliet
yesterday i thought my run turned my legs to jell-o or spaghetti or whatever, but i was wrong. they were just tired. TODAY, trainer ben turned ALL my appendages to worthless wet noodles. i’m actually not typing. at the moment, i’m dictating into a special post spaghetti arm workout microphone attached to my computer. i went to write my workout out when we were done and i literally could not hold the pen. fits of delirious laughter aside, it feels GOOOOOOOOD to be so fatigued. it’s funny, i can run for 1.5 hours and be tired, but still go on with my day, but 15 min into a workout with trainer ben and i feel like someone took an egg beater to my muscles…in a good way.
i have no idea what happened the past hour. i’m pretty sure i blacked out. i am having trouble imagining standing long enough to take a shower. and i can just forget about lifting my arms high enough to wash my hair. dinner is pretty much out of the question unless my personal chef appears out of thin air. bed, oh dear lord, if i even go near my bedroom, i’m certain i will instantaneously collapse into REM. oh, that sounds like a good idea….
