sore muscles

I was sore before tonight's class. Really sore. And then- get this. I thought the class I was subbing started at 5:45. I get there 10 minutes early and there's like 30 people in the gym. So I thought either people like to be really early for this class or... oh crap. "what time does this class start?" I ask a participant

"uh, 5:30"

"great, let's get started, it's 5:35. Jog in place everyone!!"

And that was the start of class. Someone was so kind as to set weights out for me. Like wayyy to heavy weights for me (the main instructor is much stronger than me, that's who they were meant for) But I had no choice or time to change them. So I jumped in to an hour of pure suicide. At least some people came up to me after and said it was a great class. I really hurt. Now I have to go back and do it again tomorrow morning. I'm going to be there 20 minutes early just in case.

This is what I just finished for Taylor's office. We're printing it on stickers and putting the stickers on little mint tins he's handing out to his patients. The "W" logo we've had forever but it still took quite a bit of manovering to get it to fit just right on the sticker sheets. I can't decide what now to put in the tins because they're almost too big for mints...potpouri?

I ordered them over the internet and they're just a little bigger than I was thinking.

Today was so warm I took Evan and his friend Braxton to the park. We all wore short sleeves.