I'm still hobbling around from kickboxing the other night. This morning when my alarm went off, I couldn't even put pressure on my right foot without hobbling.

So, obviously I'm not spinning today.

I am going to do some yoga, however, just to stretch my muscles out a bit. Probably at home, though, and just some simple stuff from Namaste while my lasagna is cooking. I have the 5K on Saturday and I don't want to screw that up. Scott commented on how it shouldn't be all that shocking that I'm this sore, seeing as how I haven't done any real kickboxing in about two years. I guess I thought that I was in good enough shape that it wouldn't matter.

Obviously, I was way, way wrong. I mean DAMN.

Speaking of kickboxing, I looked into the studio here in town and it's *gulp* $125 a month. And the classes didn't get the best reviews on Yelp.com, and I'm just not inclined to ever spend that much money on a monthly gym membership, unless my salary was to triple. And it's not just yet. I'm not going to make any decisions about gyms just yet, not when I'll have one at my disposal. The kickboxing class made me wistful. Perhaps the smell of a heavy bag is just too intoxicating for me.

I bought a new dress at H&M yesterday. And it was a small. As in a size small. It's still taking some effort on my behalf to grab the smaller sizes but I'm doing it. I've thus far purchased three long-sleeved t-shirts in size small, and I've stopped grabbing size 12s off of the rack and stuck with the 10s. It's not a denial thing as much as it is that I need to start wearing clothes that fit and flatter me. I'm so accustomed to wearing things with some extra blouse and bag.

A few more days left of vacation. It's been nice.

Posted by Erin at 11:48 AM | filed under: Ouch