Oh, Hi Neighbor. WIWW. Hooker Shoes on a Sunday. Sometimes I Crawl.

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shirt: old navy skirt, belt: f21 shoes: charlotte russe

Once upon a time, I went to take pictures in my backyard. It was totally normal (as normal as taking outfit photos in a backyard can be, anyway) and all good until Mike started laughing. Our neighbor was pretty confused as to why I was outside modeling hooker shoes and a skirt for my husband. We must be some kind of kinky. 

... okay, so I realize that's not even remotely kinky, but whatever. On to more important things. Like this amazing DIY (I so wish I was crafty. and a trash digger. or both.). Or like how burritos are the best thing since sliced bread. Or... Like how my legs feel like they're going to fall off. You want to know why? Okay, let me tell you. 

Have you ever heard of Insanity with Shaun T? Yeah, I've done that workout program 1.5 times (the half was the summer before we went to Germany). It's freaking hard. 

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You know what's harder, though? Kettlebell Kardio at the Northeast YMCA in Lincoln, NE. You may think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. I have never been this sore. Now, I realize that this is only my 3rd week of working out, but seriously. It's like Insanity on steroids. Not only are you doing crap like burpees and cross-jacks, but you're adding in resistance training with one of these puppies: 

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Yeah. It sucked. And me, being the super competitive idiot that I am, decided to try and keep up with the ripped out of her mind instructor, even when my legs started to shake. Bad idea. 

You know what else was a dumb idea? Going to cycling last night to try and make my legs feel better. Oh, they felt great when I was on the bike. When I got home, though? I started to crawl around the house because it was less painful than walking. Crawling was alternated with shrieks of pain. This was me: 

Moral of the story: Don't ever exercise. Or, if you start exercising, don't take a year off, because it will kill you when you decide to go back to the gym. 

The End.