Sporty Spice: Just Call Me Cinnamon
After a two (OK, you caught me, three) month hiatus, I’ve finally returned to the gym. Not just once, but twice this week! TWICE! I’ve even impressed myself.
Though, I’m feeling it now. My arms ache, my chest aches. Worst of all, my abs ache. At night when I want to prop myself up to roll over it practically wakes me up completely. And reaching for the alarm clock? Absolute torture.
My return to physical fitness is not a New Year’s resolution. I just stopped going as we approached our move to the new place since things were so chaotic. Then it became the holiday season and, honestly, what’s the point?
Now there is no excuse, though I’m sure I’ll come up with some good ones anyway. It’s too cold. My belly hurts. I’ll go tomorrow. I think I’m getting sick. I forgot my gym bag. What’s my lock combination again? My iPod battery is dead. I had a bad day. I’m still in pain from the last time. If you loved me you wouldn’t make me go.
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I love your excuses. I may have to borrow some of them…
Abs? What are these abs things you speak of????
Once the weather is better, you can start scootering to work again. That’s great exercise.
Funny thing is hes used all the excuses in the book. Even the “If you love me you wouldnt make me go” one. Pretty sad huh?
Sad? Or is it cute?
I know someone who is actually named Cinnamon.