My knee hurts.
I know, “Wah.”
I’m getting a new pair of shoes now — that’s usually the first sign my shoes are worn out. I’m broker, although new shoes are cheaper than knee surgery.
My old shoes are soaked.
I probably sweated a Great Lake today. If not Michigan, at least Erie. Hell apparently turned on its attic fan because even the mornings are hotter now. We started with the Indian Run. I’m weird, but I like the Indian Run. So I was happy. Wayne had us doing work with a 25lb. weight and pushups. We ran some too. You always run some too in PLS. So now, my arms are tired. (My upper body strength is not my strength.) We then went to a station where we did three things: Jump rope, bounce the blue ball and do weighted jumping jacks. Bouncing the blue balls made the rubber black things come out like ants at a picnic. I brought a fresh crop home today (to add to their friends). We then went to Morgan’s line (it is her birthday.) Lots of planks, half burpees, running etc. Then we finished all together with a lap, then sprints with frog jumps (I hate frogs now), bear crawls and hopscotch.
My knee hurts. But at least it is in good company.
Now to go to the dentist. I like pain.