The upshot of the run through was that one small slave did
the equivalent of three days worth of programmes in an hour. Today the body
called foul. Actually it called far worse than that... and the PT might have
been called a few things as well. First off the shoulders registered their
complaints... which were quite numerous. Those one was expecting. Upper body
strength is not really one's forte.
Then the pecs went... have you any idea how essential they
are for everything? Next the biceps went
out in sympathy all but rendering one immobilised... except that housework
still needed to be done. The thighs weren't happy, but then squats and lunges
don't make anyone happy... well except for Him. He loves one small slave up in
the jockey position L
And just when one thought that all the votes were in, the
triceps added their formal protest late in the afternoon. Oh and there is a
bruise on the shin the size of a teacup... not sure how that happened, but one
suspects that it is related to the gym in some way. So yes... pain. Lots of pain
and none of it inflicted by Him.
Not that the above statement should be read in any way as a
complaint, hint, ideas board or a cry for help in some sick and twisted
universe.
Oh and we did manage to squeeze in some very mutually
satisfying sex while the roast lamb was cooking. There were several orgasms all
round. And so long as one didn't try to do anything that involved movement... on
a large scale... it was all kinds of awesome J
2 comments:
Yeeeoouch! So who was the crazy one? The PT for asking you to do it? Or poor tiny rabbit for actually doing it? Run little rabbit, RUN
Oh time is money... it was a big programme and there was only an hour sooo...
Besides you don't really need to be able to roll over without screaming do you? :D
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