Last night, the Russian pounded us into the ground.
With kettlebells.
I was so sweaty that I was 100% certain that I would let the kettlebell slip out of my hand and smack into the girl in front of me.
Luckily, I maintained a death grip.
It helped me to stop thinking about my throbbing limbs.
However, this morning, there is good news.
I can walk.
I might even try to run later.
But let’s take this one thing at a time.
In other news, I read about something awesome this morning.
The Muppets are taking Manhattan.
I mean, Chicago.
The Museum of Science & Industry (my favorite museum, because you can touch almost everything, and be loud if you want, and there’s a submarine! And baby chicks being born!) is hosting a Jim Henson exhibit, complete with sketches, murals, and actual muppets.
Please tell me how this is going to be anything less than awesome.
I plan on seeing you there.
And now, off to indulge in fifteen minutes of obsessively reading this, then heading downtown to my cube.
What will I do when I'm done?
Have a good one, chicks!
