Holy Bananas

I'm fucking exhausted.
My arms are so damn sore.
Why is that, you ask?
Oh ya know, it's just due to kettle bells.
I have been working out with kettle bells in the past week, so I thought that I would kind of have a one-up on everyone else.
Nope, Sean pulled it out of nowhere and slapped me upside the head.
Cardio this week was squats.
Lots and lots of squats.
And lunges.
Lunges with weights, and lunges without weights.
Pushups, triceps curls with the kettle bells, lift both kettle bells over your head, squat some more with them...
You get the idea.
And then he kicked our ass with more crunches, and russian twists, and more torture.
Finished us off with laying on the floor, lifting the 25lb kettle bell from our chest, over our head to touch the floor, and then back to our chest.
Hot damn.
My whole upper body hurts, basically.
We'll see if the gym happens tomorrow.
I've noticed that if I go and gently work out the muscles, my body isn't as sore.
Ugh.
This sore sucks, but it doesn't suck.
I don't know what to feel.
I'm going to go and lay in bed, and pray that I can move in the morning.
Stay classy.

In pain,
Bamf