A few days ago, I mentioned that we had purchased tickets for our Hawaiian vacation. I also alluded to the fact that my ass is in a state that is not quite up to par as far as bikini standards go. Obviously, that won't do, so, I am back in the gym, running on the treadmill.
You know what that means, right?
The return of my old friend, Exercise Tourettes.
Do our "friends" cause us to curse loudly every time we attempt to sit on the toilet? Do "friends" cause us to mutter obscenities under our breaths when we shift our right leg from the gas pedal to the brake? Does a "friend" make us cry out in our sleep when we roll from one position into another, or to seriously debate the necessity of tying our shoes vs. just letting the laces flop about, because, bending over to tie them could potentially cause more pain than a fall caused by tripping over them would?
I think not.
But, since the Exercise Tourettes will be with me for a while yet, I have to call them something, so, frenemy it is.
We have our issues, but, I'll miss them when they are gone (no, I won't).