Ouchie poo

Yesterday's fitness test wrecked me. I can barely move. Add in the fact that it's in the process of dropping about 30 degrees and going to rain, and it's a recipe for a hungover-feeling puffy marshsmallow man. You'd think I'd at least have had the luxury of living it up to feel like this. Sigh... Tomorrow's another official weigh-in/measurement taking time. (anxiously wringing hands)