Okay, legs now you've got my attention. I thought you were just being nice but now I see that you are trying to send me a message. Got it. You're unhappy. You're being asked to do more that go to the fridge or the couch. Get over it. You're about to be re-introduced to the eliptical. Remember THAT torture device?
In the meantime, it was time to get to work and try to walk like a normal person rather than a manequin. (if manequins walked that is) Did great until I found the stairs. A lesser man would've surrendered to the elevator, but not me. I grabbed the handrails (unfortunately with both hands) and drug my 193 lb fat ass to the top composing myself as I entered the classroom. I entertained the thought of taking something to quiet the complaints of my legs, but I guess I kinda like the constant physical reminder that I am on a quest that demands a sacrifice or two. On to day 3.
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