Sunday Funday … Or Not

Typically Sundays involve some goofing around and a small workout.

This woman, right here, did not workout…

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Yep. That’s me sitting at home thinking, “Hot damn. The weather has turned to fall in Phoenix. You should be out doing something.”

But, no. I’ve now text messaged / FB messaged quite possibly every human being I know. It’s not quite 3pm and I’m crawling up the walls. (Yes, I was out earlier watching some football. But now I’m done.)

Sigh.

Tomorrow I meet with my trainer (since the Crowing of the Boot). I look forward to discussing (any) exercises that will keep me busy.

Idle Irene is not a good Irene.

(And yes, I was asked over 10+ times today at the nice tavern what happened. I think I need to have t-shirts made up. I’m a terribly impatient person.)

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