Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. That's what I felt when I opened my eyes this morning. That pilates workout does me in. Guess I should do it more. It's devoting the time to it. It takes an hour in the house which means somehow the kids need to cooperate which isn't always possible. Ow.
I manage to get out of bed and realize I must do something but everything sounds like tremendous torture when all the muscles in my body are screaming from the pilates.
I strap on the 10 lb. weights to my ankles and walk around the mile loop with the dogs at a good clip. The only thing I succeeded in doing was getting a horrible and huge blister on my right achilles from the rubbing of the weight. Nice.
Later in the day I did some flutter and butterfly kick work in the pool while Chris played with the kids. Nothing I would call a workout, though.
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