omg. i can't move.
whit, yana, and i went to bootcamp with jill for "bring a friend wednesday" and it was 45 minutes of torture. i was all kinds of magenta for a good hour after. so embar.
it's okay though because we ended the evening with pizza from pastazios.
you say that defeats the purpose. i call it a reward for surviving.
what i learned from this experience:
i m.u.s.t. start working out. asap.
i think i'm going to join.
especially if we're going to the lake next weekend!
i spent all evening looking up flights from chicago to ft. walton for our watercolor reunion trip in may. it's not looking promising. :(