Sore Sunday

I’m home alone again on another Sunday. Actually, my mom and I don’t see each other as often as we did before (meaning, when I was still single), but I think it’s all good. We still have dinner together at Shangri-la at least three times a week so that’s okay. I want to live all by myself as soon as my finances allow and I’m thinking that the separation anxiety will be worse on her end. So the situation we’re in now is perhaps, in preparation for our “separate lives.”

Anyway, I went to Body Jam classes Tuesday, Friday and yesterday. So now, my legs are killing me. For real. I swear, walking up and down the stairs is an ordeal in itself. And squatting to pick something up? Ah… give me brazilian waxing instead! Which reminds me, I have to go back to Emphasis for that…

But really, the class is so much fun! Having gone to three branches in a week (RP, Ortigas, and Fort), I can say that the most enjoyable class is the one in RP while the best instructor is the one at the Fort. Ortigas? Nahh… As I’ve said, though, my legs are aching so bad I can’t even believe it, yet I still am considering attending the 5:15 class at the Fort a little later. But the hiphop moves there require a bit of squatting of sorts that I’m afraid I may never get out of that position. So Tuesday it is, then.

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I can’t believe it’s already February this Wednesday. Just a few more days and I’ll be 23! I’m so excited! I’m probably the only person I know who looks forward to growing old. Hihi.