Pilates beat me up yesterday.
I've never actually been punched in the stomach, but this is what I imagine that it feels like. It hurts to laugh, cough, walk, and sit up. It even kind of hurts to breathe.
Oh wait, I have been punched in the stomach! I forgot. When I was a scrawny adolescent one of my peers punched me for no apparent reason and another one of them laughed. At least, I don't remember there being a reason. Maybe I was being annoying and bossy. I wouldn't be surprised.
Anyway, I've never been one for exercise, so actually using my muscles apparently makes them mad and me useless. And now they are exacting their revenge. Last night after Pilates, I went home and watched 1600 episodes of "Say Yes to the Dress" because I was too tired to get off the couch.
Oh well, at least now I know I've got muscles.
