My company had our annual flag football game last Friday - also known as my "Annual One Day of Working Out Per Year".
For those of you that don't keep up with current events, Friday was four days ago.
My legs still feel like someone injected them with Super Glue.
My back feels like an old-timey car - like someone put a little lever in there and then just cranked it for a half hour until my muscles looked like spaghetti being wrapped around a fork.
Last night I couldn't get out of the couch to get the remote so I watched "What Not To Wear" for an hour. If I could have gotten the remote I wouldn't have changed the channel, I would have turned that shit UP. Give it to me straight, Clinton!
The moral of the story is that you could have a member of the Swedish Bikini Team with a beard fetish carrying a keg of beer and a copy of "Groundhog Day" asking me to come to her house to play - and you still couldn't entice me to get off of the couch and be active.
Besides, What Not To Wear is on.