| Miss B. Haive ( @ 2008-03-10 23:43:00 |
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The Kind Of Pain I Like

Oooh yeah. My FOBuliciousness is in full effect.
I decided that the best revenge is one in which I feel happy and (even better) I look fine.
So.
That means I've started to work out again. Granted, I can't go buck wild like I used to due to the back injury that still hasn't gone away but I work with what I got. And that means Pilates. Holy. Shit. Who knew pulleys and straps and padded benches can whoop my ass that bad? ...on second thought, what I just described sounds strangely like either some weird medieval torture device or the tools of what I joke around as my second trade. In case you guys don't know, I jokingly say that the skills I've picked up from my day job can earn me the title of "Mistress" should I decide to moonlight.
* ahem *
Moving on.

PARTY LIKE A * wannabe * ROCKSTAR!!!
I've been going to Pilates. I've been stomping on the treadmill again but above all, I've started to dance again. I had forgotten how that kept me in killer shape all those years. In a weird way, it's a good thing that there are things I will always do well. Muahahaha!

Me and Mr.475 aka Boy-I-Bought-In-A-Drunken-Haze-During-A-C
And now we're all friends.
Life is crazy like that.
Holy crap, I can feel muscles burning I had forgotten I had. My abs are on fire, my arms feel like jello and my legs feel like mush. Freaking AWESOME! I know the chances that I will have the body I had when I was competing is very very slim but dude. I'll be happy if I return to the body from 2 years ago....wait, that was close to what I had when I was competing. Hm. So it's do-able.
Freaking rock on.

...like in a karaoke room in Ktown.
Good friend(s) + Good music (caterwauling like fiends counts too) = Good times!