Burpies.
Thats not my usual-ate-too-much-carbs-and-dairy-tummy-upset- burpies.
Man, at this age, thats killer. Especially for someone who likes fun activities to stay fit like: blading in the sunshine with my tunes, skating with my girly skates, biking in my dress imagining I'm in France with a basket of flowers or baguettes (no basket just imaginary) , skiing with all my gear to stay toasty warm taking in the beauty of the slopes, prancing around in squash trying to strategize every corner of the court..... instead of just straight up killer work outs that make you want to barf up your Pesto pasta dinner.
But... this time its kinda fun when it is mixed with anger ahaha!!! These guys are great, they scare the crap out of me and I'm sure I look like a deer in the headlights, and no one wants to partner up with tiny ol' me, and I'm not even sure I can be good at it.... but tonight was a good night.
Hope my body will take this..... maybe I should go back to Moksha Yoga to balance this craziness out. Ohmmm...
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