I fell. Hard. In a downward motion. During the agility portion of the “Body Attack” class last night. Don’t think the humor of falling, agility and moi in the same sequence is at all lost on me, I know, that’s why they call me the spazz.
I’m just beat. Work has been extra worky lately and I may have pushed my body to its limit last night with the worky stuff and my new work out regime, and my body just said no. No more. Not. gonna. do. it. We’re tired.
I’m just glad I didn’t take anyone out on my way down. I believe I was flailing when said downward stumble happened. I know my feet became entwined somehow, and I was surprised to see my shoelaces weren’t untied. Can’t even blame the shoes, it was the damn feet! While I was down there, for a brief moment, I thought of just staying there. Y’all just run around me today, kay? I’ll just hold down this patch of carpet so it doesn’t get away. Groovy.
Nah, I got up, made jazz hands and kept on going.
