Exercise = Muscle Punishment

lately, my food intake has increased and my heart race has been on the decline. this is becoming more and more evident by my lack of definition in my stomach and bloated ass. the thing is, im naturally a thin girl and i have abs, its just that theyre hiding behind a layer of brownies. so last night, mary kate and i sought to solve the ever growing stomach problem by going for a run. (note: i did not suggest this. obvi) but i got on the sportsbra and soffees and complied with her excercise euphoria. unfortunately and predictably it did not remain as euphoric as once hoped. about five minutes in we started cramping, mk got shin splints and i witnessed my knees turn to pale and unshaven jelly. but, like any respectable coughlin, we persevered and actually ran/jogged/walked for over an hour. hail the conquering heroes!

we interrupt this blog to bring you this announcement: it is currently 3:33 am. make a wish.

now back to your regularly scheduled rambling..

so we arrived back at the apartment and i did a couple quick stretches, hopped in the shower and got ready for a night out. and thats where i went wrong... because apparently, when you endure a strenuous workout for the first time in months, youre supposed to stretch like a yogi master in order to avoid the hellish and dreaded muscle soreness. as made evident earlier, i only did a couple fingertip-to-the-carpet routines so i was in for a world of hurt. let me rephrase; eighteen galaxies worth of hurt. i woke up the next morning and experienced a sensation similar to when joints are placed in cement and then frozen at subzero temperatures for a couple thousand years, give or take a couple months. when i finally plopped myself on the ground, i tried to recouperate by attemping my weak-ass stretches, but the cemented joints refused to comply and instead plunged me into pain. i spent the rest of the day silently whimpering while i walked and groaning when i lifted so much as a finger let alone (god forbid) a whole arm.

despite the annoyance and pain and short-of-breath that accompanies exercise, i do realize that its important if i a) want to be healthy, b) want to look sa-mokin, and c) live longer than the age of thirty-five.

so it is with a heavy, yet quickly beating heart that i announce my return to the world of fitness.
knee-joints and boobs, youre in for a bumpy ride..