I did 200 lunges this morning because I was too busy hanging out with Santa to do them last night, and I’ll be at a show in Birmingham tonight.

Starting in fourth and transitioning from there was a challenge. I really want to start in first. Always.

My shoulders are killing me. I got a massage from a massage therapy student yesterday. As soon as she touched me, she asked if I was an athlete. When she was working my shoulder (the right one is bothering me now), she guessed volleyball. I considered making her guess, but I assumed “fighting everyone I see” wouldn’t necessarily come to mind.