Ow, my arse.

[davywavy]

Due to a nasty attack of 'can't-be-bothered-itis' I skived the gym for 3 weeks and as a result, I've put on a bit of weight. Realising that I ought to do somehting about this, I went back to Ninja High School on Monday. Normally Ninja high school is as sedate an affair a trying to punch someone in the head as hard as possible can be, and so I thought it'd make a good way to nudge myself back into taking exercise. However, sometimes, just sometimes, Ninja Master takes it upon himself to put us through a military drill-style training session of hideous pain, excruciating stretching exercises, and lots and lots and lots of running, jumping, pushups and situps.
I should have known when I walked in and he said "Dave! You picked a great night to come back" that I was going to regret it.
Actually, scratch that. I did know that I was going to regret it.

I never knew that lactic acid could stay in the muscles for so long.
And why is it my Gluteous Maximus muscle group that hurts most?

As I was saying. Ow, my arse.