Things are much improved on the soreness front, I barely even cussed when I sat down on the toilet this morning; it was more shitfuckdamn than SHITFUCKDAMN! So, my body is either becoming immune to the pain or my spirit to fight it is becoming weaker.
For the record, I’m betting on the latter of the two.
Speaking of spirit; our local Homecoming football game is tonight. As part of the festivities, there will be a parade on Main Street later this afternoon and The Girl is marching in it with the band.
To show off her awesome School Spirit, she requested that I rise before dawn to paint her face in the school colors; a request to which I acquiesced, not because I am easy but because I was frankly too sore and weak to argue. It was worth the effort because, I have to admit, she looked adorable when she left the house; now, here’s hoping the paintjob holds up throughout the day so I can get some good pictures of her at the parade.
On the same topic, The Man-Cub’s scout troop is hosting a tailgate party before the game and we plan to attend. Unfortunately, Hugh is working for the Police department and won’t be able to take the Cub to the game, itself. I would do it but, I
As it should be.
Plus, with him around to lick the bowl, I am less likely to do so.
Oh, who am I kidding? I don’t have half the energy required to move my tongue aggressively around a batter bowl.
So, that’s how this whole diet and exercise thing works.