my legs are jello.

So, tonight, Tasha brought her hubby, Mike to work out with us. After a few really good games of raquetball (I won once, Mike won twice), we went to lift. This was the real reason Mike came: to whip our muscles into shape. After some squats and some other leg machine, he told us we were "Certified Wusses". Awesome. Just when I thought I was getting in shape. When we finished, I could barely walk. I thought it might be a good idea to loosen up my jello legs by running around the track a few times. After 6 laps, I couldn't move. So, I called it a night. Kyle might have to carry me up to bed. Tomorrow is going to suck.