August 10, 2007
The day my triceps died...
After a long break from the gym (so H2 could be all nice and attached and not worry that I was dropping him off forever), I finally returned on Wednesday. I opted to attend a Pilates class, which I haven't done in over a year or so. Whilst pressing my scapulas into my mat and focusing on my breathing, I was thinking "this isn't nearly as hard as I remember! I rock. Man, I used to be a wimp!" And somewhere, God was laughing, because the next day, I could barely move. Today, I can barely move. Walking, sitting, laughing, they all hurt. Even typing is a little uncomfortable. I haven't been this sore since the first time I went to BodyPump, and I was pretty sure I was going to die then. And now I have to find the strength to make it upstairs and lift H2 out of the crib. Oy.

In other news, I've been making these:

And these: