Tell me about it. So today, running up the hill to 92nd St Park, I thought that was painful. Then after work, running to the gym, knocking out pull-up & incline sit-up sets, I wanted to die. Totally dehydrated, I cramped up horribly on my way home. Talk about pain.
But all that was NOTHING because on my way home, I smelled someone cooking onions & ground beef. I wanted to cry. Emotionally I was crushed. My soul absolutely devastated. Might go to QFC after all. Need something to spice up my seventh night of pasta...
Tell me about it. So today, running up the hill to 92nd St Park, I thought that was painful. Then after work, running to the gym, knocking out pull-up & incline sit-up sets, I wanted to die. Totally dehydrated, I cramped up horribly on my way home. Talk about pain.
ReplyDeleteBut all that was NOTHING because on my way home, I smelled someone cooking onions & ground beef. I wanted to cry. Emotionally I was crushed. My soul absolutely devastated. Might go to QFC after all. Need something to spice up my seventh night of pasta...