I have very little to say at the moment, except the Doozer is back in my knee, and this time, he is wielding a pointy sword.

I’m trying not to be discouraged at how difficult these workouts are.  I’m trying to dig deep (as my guru Shaun T. reminds us all) and remember that way back at the beginning, I found the old workouts hard, too.

Dear Fitness Gods everywhere, and those of low body fat and overdeveloped muscles that all humans possess but few work out to chiseled definition ~ please give me a sign that all this pain & sweat is doing more than generating ample amounts of laundry everyday in the form of sports bras, workout shorts, tees, socks and bandannas (to hold back my too-short-to-pull-back-with-a-gum-band hair) and making simple activities (such as bending down to pick something up, or merely sitting in a chair) challenging.

I’ll be here, waiting patiently, sprawled across my living room floor, while I try to gather enough strength to crawl to the shower.