Just a Can of Hairspray

I started boot camp last night. It kicked my hiney! I enjoyed it for the most part. I didn’t enjoy it while I was running nor when I was doing push-ups. All of the other activities/exercises are ones that I do. But running. I HATE running. I wasn’t born to run! I have weak shin muscles that don’t make it fun to run. They burn. They buckle up. Yet last night, I persevered. Push-ups, blah! I don’t have great upper body strength. Yet I did what I could!

And today…I am sore. My body hurts. My legs hurt to walk. My core feels good. I feel good! I am 1 session down and 11 more to go.

You know, Chicks, I still to choose to not listen to you. And it’s a shame. I find y’all to be quite talented and have always enjoyed your music. But once again, tonight, while watching the Grammys, I’m reminded of your ignorance and immaturity.

Do you ever feel tired, runned down, do you poop out at parties…?

Right now I am tired. I guess doing 45 minutes of hardcore cardio wouldn’t have anything to do with it.

This weekend was busy. They seem to be that way as of lately. I went to a couple’s shower for my cousin and attended a Super Bowl party. Did you happen to catch the winning Doritos commerical during the game? Congrats to the team behind Live the Flavor. I am not surprised that they won. I have laughed numerous times over their commercial.