So, yesterday, I worked out in the morning before I went to work. I walked to work because I always do that. It’s about forty five to fifty minutes away depending on my pace. Then I had an eight and a half hour work day which involved a lot of moving heavy boxes around, and ladders, and then climbing said ladders to move more heavy boxes around, and if I wasn’t doing that I was on my feet serving customers who thought that I have a total tard because I work in retail. After we closed, I mopped. The entire store. In little circles because otherwise the floor streaks. I don’t know if you guys have ever mopped before, but it is hard. Especially in teeny tiny circles with a mop that weighs like fifteen pounds when it’s wet on a floor that is so disgustingly dirty from all the salt and shit. THEN. I walked back home. In work boots. My feet are killing me, my legs are killing me, my arms are killing me. I have blisters all over my feet, and my ankles.

AND I JUST FINISHED WORKING OUT. LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING BOSS.

Ok yeah, sorry, I just feel extremely pleased with myself.