Oh my god, I have neither the energy nor the brain activity suitable for blogging today. This MIGHT be due to the fact that I went to a kickboxing class last night that would have been more aptly named “Cry For Your Momma” class, considering that’s exactly what I did about 10 minutes in.
Was kickboxing always this hard? I remember attending it in my pre-Lyme and pre-plate-and-7-screws-wrist-fracture days, and while I recall being challenged physically, I don’t recall ever getting down on my hands and knees and begging for a swift death.
Hmmm.
At any rate, I’m exhausted. My muscles haven’t even begun to hurt, only because they’re still in the “overused and cramping up” mode. I expect to be in pain sometime over the weekend.
That is ridiculous.
So in the meantime, please enjoy this hilarious translation of a rap contest or rap battle or rap-off or whatever it’s called by the crazy kids these days…
If you need me, I'll be taking a nap in my car (don't judge).
4 comments:
Kick boxing has always been that hard.
I've never taken a kick boxing class, but I've always wanted to. Unfortunately my gym only offers the class at the ungodly hour of 6:00 am (Saturday and Sunday) or 3:00 pm Tuesdays (I'm at work until 5).
I'll watch that rap battle when I get home. I love rap lyrics, they are almost always hilarious. I heard one that said something like "I leave skid marks everywhere I sit 'cause I'm the shit."
I've never kick boxed... but I have seen that video way too many times, does that count?
{{{sends ben-gay}}}
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