Listen... I'm Creaking!

I feel like an antique table that creaks every time you put something on it. This body is creaking, I tell ya! Is that even how you spell "creak"? I mean, if I spelled it like "creek" that would be water, right? Who knows. All I DO know is that last week, my new friend, Liz, started teaching weight training at the church on Tuesdays & Thursdays. I've desperately been wanting a gym membership with the long, cold, Bear Lake winter right around the corner... but Bear Lake HAS NO GYM! So, I get on these pathetic spurts where I'll do my own workout around the house while Brig dangles from my legs, thinking it is a game. Needless to say, my workouts never work. And I quit fast. Well, I'm real proud of myself, 'cause I've made it TWICE now to the church to Liz's workout. And that is where the antique table comes in. MY BODY CREAKS!!! She beat me up so good that with every step I take, I swear I can hear my muscles cussing her out! I have pain in places I didn't know there were muscles! I hate her and love her all at the same time. I figured that this is my chance to get my bootie back up where it belongs, so if my body must yell at me every time I move, I'll just have to ignore it. Tomorrow is the next workout. I hope I can get up to go. My motivation is Liz'a stomach & arms. If I dream about them, that doesn't make me gay, does it? Hmmm... Maybe I shouldn't say that out loud. Some things should be kept to ourselves. But those who know me also know I have a talking problem & no matter how hard I try, I can't shut up. So, on that note, I guess my poor aching body has the right to keep talking thru all this pain. No pain, no gain. Get out your microscope, folks! If you look real hard, there IS a muscle growing!