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So I did an hour and a half of pilates this morning, then drove three+ hours all on my own. To see my father (and brother).

Nothing exploded, my elbow wants to fall off, I ain't talking about how much I don't want to do my damned exercises, but dammit, at least I still smell like kung fu*.



*: Technically I still smell like Shambhala, which is sandalwood, cedarwood and a touch of honey. Which is awesome in combination with the beeswax, olive oil, and shea butter lotion bar I picked up at the Saturday farmer's market downtown.