But once I set the phone up, I realized that I wanted to celebrate my happiness with a workout, like a good blogger.
|Happiness summed up in one picture.|
The class was horrible in a super good way. You know you're getting a good workout in, when you start thinking longingly of running in 90 something degree weather. From the warm up, I knew I was in trouble. I would probably equal the workout to P90X Pyrometrics.
After a million squats and other killer moves later, I am convinced that I need to make this class a regular thing on Wednesdays.
I was so happy with the workout that I texted all the friends that I have down in Baton Rouge (like two) for some froyo. Yeah, I just celebrated working out by eating a huge tub of frozen yogurt. But apparently, I made some wrong friends. What kind of a person doesn't want to go to froyo all the time?
|This is how I felt on the drive to the froyo place.|
Luckily, I live half a mile from Yogurtland.
|I just had froyo by myself and took a photo of myself. Best part about living alone, no one's here to judge.|