burro

hmm.

my ass looks bigger.

bodies are strange.

nearly lost my shit in class this morning. for some reason there were 20 more people then normal and the room was well over 100 degrees. i was dripping with sweat 2 minutes into class and sat out some poses convinced i was going to throw up my non-breakfast i did not eat that morning.

even after class i sat on the floor of the little hallway outside of the bathroom trying to pull it together. a classmate asked me if i needed a hand.

recovery took forever today. i had a hard time lifting my leg to get into the shower and had dropped several items, my muscles refusing to co-operate.

they are going on strike for the pain and heartache i had caused them.

whatever fuckers, you'll thank me later when you're 60 years old and can still do jumping jacks and things.

everything is still pretty sore.

it's times like this when the trip down the back stairs to get my laundry feels like the journey of natty gan. not to mention the trip back up with all 80 lbs of freshly laundered bedding.

where's a burro when you need one?

i am too cute to be your slave