No, you perverts, I'm not talking about this sort of thing [DO NOT OPEN THIS LINK AT WORK UNLESS YOU WANNA GET FIRED ON THE SPOT].
I mean it figuratively, of course. The reason why I decided to break my work-imposed vow of blog silence is that yesterday I enrolled myself in an aerobic kickboxing class, and today was my first day.
Holy Jesus fucking Christ in a titty bar, you have no fucking idea how out of shape you really are until you take a class like this. Within minutes of starting the class I was sweating bullets, my heart was about to jump out of my chest like an Alien, and I could barely lift my legs to kick or raise my knees. I was a mess. Several times the assistant dude had to stop me and take me ...Keep reading.










