Last night involved me taking pain pills- and almost crying in my sweetheart's arms. I hate doing both- so I held off on the latter. Though it was pretty drattedly close.

I worked out early yesterday morning to one of my harder routines. It involves about twenty plies. A plie is hardly a difficult thing to do- and twenty is not a hard amount- but I have a very bad right knee... and I have this horrid habit of doing them completely wrong. Because of the pain in my knee, I lean forward a hair too much- which hurts the knee even more. Work yesterday was too painful to even think about- my knee swelled and killed me. Slowly. Painfully. We then proceeded to do an excess amount of driving... by the time we got home, I just wanted... I don't know. Relief. Relief, so badly.

It still hurts today- but not nearly as bad, thank the HEAVENS.

Laura- my sister- is such a compassionate little bug. She said: "Dude- you did them wrong. But just think! You'll never do them wrong again!" ;p

My sister is training to be a personal trainer- and she has alot of good tips. She formulated my workouts and routines to give me the maximum amount of benefit- while not hurting my weakest system. She's so good at it... I personally think she should become a physical therapist- but that's not where she wants to go. She wants to live in Tae Bo heaven- grilling people into perfect physiques for the rest of her little life. ;p

Starting with me. o.o