PE vs Homicide

Despite the title of this particular post, there have not been any deaths in my PE class as of right now. However, my muscles will beg to differ.

Part of the story is that I am super out of shape. That's just what happens when Saturday workouts become a distant memory and those little nasty fairies start sewing your clothing seams up tighter at night. Unfortunately, working approximately 75 hours a week at a Scout Camp all summer doesn't leave a lot of time or any energy for exercising.

The other part of the story is that when you do 80 push-ups, 80 crunches, and a bunch of running in-between, you're going to be sore unless you are regularly doing large quantities of push-ups and crunches. Due to my practicing breath control a ton lately, I wasn't sore from the crunches. However, for someone who definitely doesn't regularly do any push-ups, let's just say my arms would have bawled the rest of the week if they had tear ducts. Even today, 6 days later, after two visits to the gymn with my roommates to lightly work-out my arms in order to make the sharp aching in my right arm go away, I can still feel a light twinge in my right tricepts when lifting my 10-15 lb backpack onto my shoulders.

Saturday was fun, because my roommates and I, after going to the gymn, stopped at Walmart for some groceries and some ice cream, then at Little Ceasar's for pizza, and we ate our dinner outside our apartment complex because the weather on Saturday was perfect. We felt good because endorphins do that to you, and we ate ice cream and pizza in perfect weather. What more could you ask for?

Today, I got an assignment from my psychology teacher to right 10 tweets on some assigned parts of the brain that apply the meaning or function of that part. The assignment should be pretty funny, so I'll be adding them to my next post.

There are 6 days and counting until I become a legal adult. I can still be entertained by the looks on people's faces when they find out that I'm still 17. 😄