M has a gross workout shirt, armholes cut low to his ribs, with the slogan “Pain is just weakness leaving the body” emblazoned across the chest. It makes him look like a super-douche, but he loves going incognito in “Tool” mode. Goes well with the yucky goatee he’s been rocking.

Anyway, back to me. After my four-mile run on Saturday, I had a new appreciation for that message. Even though four miles really isn’t that far, I woke up Sunday with my back completely twinged. Clearly I just have too much weakness and not enough of it left my body. How could I have possibly thrown out my back running?! I’ve been hunched over and crippled every since. I think I’m going to lay off the pavement for a while here, maybe limit myself to 2.5-mile max runs.

Finally, yesterday I started feeling better so I decided to do a mini circuit workout. This workout was cobbled from some exercise magazine I read several years ago that had Lauren Conrad from MTV’s “The Hills” on the cover. It involves six exercises: lunges, squats, calf raises, push-ups, tricep dips, plank. You’re supposed to do 25 reps for each exercise and 6 sets total. The only time I ever completed the entire thing I couldn’t walk for three days. Therefore, I wisely modified it yesterday night and only did 10 reps for each set. Though my back has stopped hurting, my butt and armpits have taken up the clamor. Awesome. Maybe if I chant, “pain is just weakness leaving the body” constantly, I’ll eventually become an athlete. Yea, really likely.

So why am I showing you pictures of me in a skirt if all I’m talking about is working out?

Well, two reasons.

First, I have found that skirts are good for hiding all the jerky hobbling and achy bumbling I’ve been doing since I crippled myself exercising.

And second, the skirt is my mom’s. I stole it while shopping in her closet one day. She wore it when she was in her 20s, in the 1980s. Since she’s been in Taiwan for a month and a half now, I miss her. Wearing her skirt makes me feel a little closer to her. Come home Mumsies!

xoxo,

Jenn

P.S. I just realized today that M and I are freaks. He gChatted me and told me to go look at the DVR when I got home because he recorded a show for me.

This is what I find:

He was uber-excited about “600 Pound Mom.” I’ll have to watch it this weekend.