Scared of Mike

I'm scared of Mike. He makes people vomit. At my wedding, he made about half of the extended bunch of wedding party and party wedding beg for mercy... Well, they would have begged for mercy if they had been able to breathe.

I have totally miscalculated my husband. I now believe that he told Mike that I didn't think his class was super hard. I did forget to mention that I *am* absolutely walking most of the hills and that I'm being very easy on myself, but it has to do with the following. For about five years now I haven't been able to run more than 20 minutes without only being able to walk at a shuffle due to I.T. band problems. (Turns out, the trick is rolling your hips and thighs out on a foam roller. Hurts like the dickens!) So when I posted last that the SF Outdoor Fitness class didn't kill me, I meant that I was still able to walk. What I hadn't yet experienced was the calf soreness that was so intense in the following days that I revolved my entire schedule around how often I had to go up and down our one flight of stairs. And I do *like* to sound badass, even if I'm not.

And now we're off to class, where all my terror come to fruition. If you see me hobbling down the sidewalk in the next few days, know it is *definitely* my fault. I never should have stared/blogged the dragon in the face! Didn't I know when it vomited back at me it would vomit fire!?!