So I had my second day of “fun” with Luann Abrams at Training for Fun. Actually, I should take the quotes off the word fun, because it was fun. I mean, look – I even learned to fly on this Bosu ball.

I swear to god that ball will be the death of me.
Anyway, this morning, almost every muscle in my body was saying “Oh, hi, we hurt. You should take a nap instead of going back to that cute perky girl who talks you into doing ‘plank’ on that squishy ball over and over.”
But I ignored them. Because if left to their own devices, my muscles would deteriorate into nothing and I would be like warm Jello with bones in the middle, instead of shredded carrots.
It’s true.