This is me

I just spent about a half an hour learning how to breathe again. I didn’t know one person could be so out of shape, but you really don’t know until you try do so something challenging. This is day three of ramping up the workouts into something tougher than walking with Leslie Sansone. Worked out through the ache, and feel better now… especially that I can breathe again. Yesterday I told JT it felt like I was wearing pants lined with needles, because my thighs hurt so much. Figured my abs would be the same today, but thankfully no. Little tight, but tolerable. Instead, those thighs are still screaming. They begged me not to workout again, but I silenced them with sweat. For now they are quiet, but tomorrow, I fear they will rebel further.

JT’s been gone since early this morning on one of those Georgia Sportbike Club rides. He already knows how jealous I am. It’s already decided… my next contract check is going toward paying for a motorcycle class at SunShine’s Learn to Ride.

Ugh.. need a shower. And I can’t find the damn cord to pull pictures from the camera, so I guess nobody’s getting to see any vacation picts. =\