Off my duff

My muffin top is looking like something from Cinnabon and this makes me cranky. Instead of wallowing in yet another quart of eggnog, I marched myself down to the gym yesterday and spent an agonizing thirteen minutes on the elliptical. Yeah, pathetic, but it's been a couple of months since my last workout and I am woefully out of shape. Also, I pushed myself way too hard at the beginning (stupid Marilyn Manson and his "Beautiful People") and spent the last half of the workout trying to get my heart rate back out of the heart attack level of exertion.

Yummy.

Oh, did my legs ache when I got home from choir practice. I whimpered and whined and Hubbyfink kindly gave them a rub down, which helped a little. Some Tylenol PM delivered sweet, sweet unconsciousness and a little bit of pain relief. My thighs are a little tight this morning, but I'll continue stretching them during the day in preparation for tonight's workout.