Sam the Trainer kicked my ass. I can't move. My forearms hurt. My lower back muscles hurt. I didn't even know I have lower back muscles.
Today's work out came thanks to one 10 month-old puppy named Bugsy who decided, rather abruptly, that he had not gotten enough exercise at the dog park, and thus, bolted down the street. I chased him for two blocks before I finally caught him when he stopped to romp in a patch of weeds. I am sure the good people of the neighborhood enjoyed watching a large blonde lady running after a tiny little miniature pinscher down the street.
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