Hit by a Bus, but in a Good Way

So, I’ve done three nights of water aerobics in a row. Next week I’m going to try to do all four. I wake up in the mornings feeling like I got hit by a bus, but in a good way. Okay, it doesn’t feel like a good way, but I still enjoy it.

I never gave it the proper respect. I know better now. I mean, it’s not that crazy stuff on late night infomercials with overly muscular 20 year-old people jumping around and yelling. It’s not Hunger Games (we all know my ass would be dead quick.) But it isn’t the pansy stuff I thought it would be. Or, maybe I just need the pansy stuff to begin with. Either way, I’m enjoying it.

Plus, anytime I have an excuse to pend time in the water, I’ll take it.

I’mma go play video games and sleep for a year.