so i joined an athletic club. um, working out is hard.
everyone says i just have to push through the pain...but i don't understand why. i don't remember this level of pain when i gave birth (granted i was pumping the epidural into my system like a jeopardy contestant) but even then i got a baby out of the deal. when i work out, all i have to show for it is a broken body, some old woman in the locker room casing my bush, and a bag full of sweaty clothes. and you know. how much. i hate. to do laundry.
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