So far, no more rain.
And a forecast that includes weather in the 60s this weekend.
Last night, I headed to kettlebells, hoping to drum up some positive energy.
“I have so much energy for you tonight!” G yelled in my face.
This seems to be a common theme with him.
I spent the hour swinging and hoisting, and listening to G tell me of the improved state of my triceps.
Comforting news, since generally, every time I manage a tricep move, my elbows crack like a whip.
It’s unpleasant sometimes, in this weird, unpredictable body.
But it’s nice to be recognized for my triceps.
Later on during class, I found myself working into an oblique twist when G started tickling me.
You guys, I think I’ve made it known that bells is serious.
It is not a time for joking around.
However, G apparently thinks I need to lighten up, and let the class know that he thought it was funny that he could tickle me while I continued to work out.
He’s lucky I still have work to do on my triceps before summer.
Enjoy this dry one, chickens. The weekend’s about to hit us.