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Pumped Out

Today, after returning from the convention (and a completely decadent breakfast at Denny's - I have no idea why there's not one in my town; it's one of the universe's great jokes, I suppose), I decided to make good on a promise to myself and attend a Body Pump class at the gym.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Now, I can barely walk, and I can't lift my arms over my head.

Someone please tell me why they say exercise is supposed to be good for you?

At the end, the instructor (an entirely too perky woman named Amy) told us to "drink lots of fluids."

Tequila is a fluid.