O, my aching ...

... everything! I curse the writer who tricked me into attending yesterday's "boot camp" exercise class by describing it as "fun." Fun!?! What, pray tell, is fun about running up and down stairs for two minutes without stopping, or sitting in a chair position against a wall for two minutes without stopping, or lying on my back, raising my legs to a pike position and then slowly lowering them for two minutes without stopping? Oh, and what the hell are these so-called Greenbay exercises, wherein one jumps as high as one can, kicks one's legs back and does a pushup immediately upon landing and then repeats, for two minutes without stopping? I'm quite sure some sadist with a lustrous, twirly mustache invented them.

On a related and much brighter note, I'd like to thank God personally for planting Scott Foley's twin brother not three feet from me during class. Mr. Foley, you are divinely handsome, and you smell good. AND you were very helpful with those triceps thingies I had so much trouble with.