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.

Comments

[blue-cat.livejournal.com]

How could you? *shudders violently* that picture....

*Sobs for a bit, starts up and runs screaming into the woods*

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

It's my glands.

[ex-boog351.livejournal.com]

You deserve all the pain in the world for linking that picture.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go huddle in a corner.

2 things.

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

1. The gluteus maximus is one of the biggest muscles, so will hold more lactic acid than others.

2. That picture insinuates that either (a) I'm one of the 2 pictured, or (b) you're having an affair. *Glares*.