

We hopped right in and I immediately started sweating like I had had 8 cups of coffee and 2 Red Bulls for breakfast. Isn't this supposed to get easier? I've determined muscle confusion is more like muscle torture. I was unpleasantly surprised with sprint intervals in between each set. I am not a sprinter. For some reason, my gargantuan boobies like to take control of the situation and try to get ahead of me. It happens every time. I'm running and they want to go faster. Before you know it, I'm toppling over and they decide they'd prefer me get hurt and not cushion the fall and spread out like boob legs leaving me to fend for myself. Speaking of boobs, in between these sets, we also did 1 million squats. I tore my ACL and meniscus in my right leg a few years ago, so when I do anything that impacts my legs, my right knee likes to grow a boob like I am some weird mutant from Total Recall. It wouldn't be such a huge deal if we weren't hopping so much which gives me a knee jerk reaction...literally. By the time I get home, my knee boob is a B cup and my chest boobs are in such pain I feel like I have cancer. Tonight's agenda will include getting a better sports bra so I don't make the mistake again of going to the doctor for a breast exam because I won't get a more supportive sports bra.

Next on my list, a COMPLETE diet make-over eating even better than how I have this week. I haven't had any cookies but it doesn't mean they didn't turn into my dream night stalkers. ;) I just need to get over sandwiches being my best friends. All of that processed crap has got to cause some health issue. I'll frolic with my hoagie one last time. Good night all!
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