The workout today was reallllyyy tiring. But reallllyyy fun. I would say that I've been looking forward to it all week...but that would make me look like an exercise fanatic with no life...?
Not that it isn't already obvious enough.
The ZWOD was probably an 8.5 on a scale of 1-10 for difficulty (personally, anyways), and although I love Zuzana, she did seem to be having a hard time keeping up. Oh well. I guess we all have our off days. And besides- her workouts are not only terrific, I believe they're
Okay I guess I should've put a disclaimer at the beginning of the post stating that I am so tired and rambl-ey (I hope that's a word. If not, it is in my world so deal with it) nothing I say is creditable to my sane state of mind. Or I guess it is because when I am in a totally rational/calm frame of mind I generally think all my options through before doing something stupid and then do it anyways... so I'm really just skipping a step in my decision-making that probably doensn't impact my decisions anyways.
I have a feeling when I look back at this blog post later I won't know whether to cry or to laugh. It' an interesting paradox that my parents display at all my antics.