Well... second wicked dance class. Kicked my butt (and arms and core) again.
And I mowed the front lawn afterwards! Made me remember two years ago when I mowed for the very first time in my life (being from NYC--mowing was not something I did) and how I literally cried the whole time. Wow... what a difference a couple years can make.
Tomorrow, I won't exercise because I'm sure I won't be able to move. lol. Although I might walk around Greenlake if I can move.