mydogfarted

Joined the local YMCA gym yesterday. Someone in the house decided she wanted to take a yoga class - I won't name names, but T prefers her yoga classes on tv and D can't even request a diaper change. Anyway, as a decision of solidarity to show that I am in this with her, I decide to attend the class as well. The class name was something that sounded calming and soothing. Far fucking from it. It was high impact cardio using yoga poses. The class was lead by this 110 lb. blonde, who's name I'm sure ended in an i. She kicked our asses. I managed to get about 20 minutes in. Then I went into a squat and got stuck. Now, I have to say, 20 minutes is amazing for someone who hasn't exercised since he quit racing motorcycles in 2006.

At 4am, when D woke up for her bottle, my legs were sore. At 9am, when I got up for work, I couldn't stand up. Now, if feels like I've got cement shoes on and my back is sore.

My partner in lunch at work, and fellow fat guy, also started a health kick. For lunch, he suggested Muscle Maker Grill, instead of our usual fat laden lunch at the deli. I think it might actually be the right call.
http://www.musclemakergrill.com/locations_oakland.php