Fat, dumb and happy.

I was looking up another word for "content" because I'm not exactly content, cos I'm pretty exhausted too, but I'm not in a bad place. Cardio X whooped my butt as always, but it's one of the shortest exercises (43 minutes or so) so it wasn't so bad. I definitely pulled something in my left thigh doing a runner's pose (one of the many reasons I hate yoga) and thought for a couple seconds about giving up cos I could barely stand up without it hurting too much, but nope. I pushed through. I *have* all my limbs. There is no reason for me to give up so soon, and on the third day at that.

That being said, I know my limits. I always stop when I feel like I'm either going to puke or in dire need of some water, so don't worry. I don't plan on dying just yet.

However, I think we all know this is the greatest part of P90X:

Even the people sweating on the floor agree with me. And there's Tony Horton, standing over us, being a boss. I love him, I really do. I hope he appears at the Princess Half marathon like I've seen him make appearances at the other run Disney events. That alone would get me out of bed at 3:30 in the morning.

Anyway, so apparently another way to say "I'm content" is "I'm fat, dumb and happy." Well, I am fat, and I am happy, I don't think I'm that dumb though.

2 outta 3 ain't bad.