Priscilla- Busted Chops

This morning started out much like the past two Wednesdays. The alarm going off at 5 AM. Today had a slight variation though. My best friend "Hair" was meeting me to work out. For the past two weeks he has read my blogs, heard my tales, and has been busting my chops. Calling me on those early morning workout days asking me "Are you up yet?". Mind you, this is at 9 AM, when he knows all too well I have been up for the past four hours.

So this morning I was hoping for a hard class, to punish Hair for his taunting and chop busting. Hoping he would come to recognize my efforts and give me the props I deserve for enduring so much. To my chagrin, class wasn't as difficult as I had wanted it to be. It was challenging but not painful. Not that I am complaining at all! Despite that, I know that Hair had a taste of the pain that is Cain.

Tonight Hair and I had a dinner meeting scheduled. While we waited for our meal we talked about the morning and how our legs still ached. I showed him how I could barely do a squat (yes we were in the middle of a restaurant and I was in a pencil skirt and 3 inch heels). We talked business and friend stuff.

Then dinner came, the waiter placed our entrees before us. I looked at my salmon, Hair at his ribeye, then we looked across the table at each other,that knowing look in our eyes. Reading each others thoughts as best friends do. It was obvious what we were thinking. If we thought this morning started out tough, it was nothing compared to Hair's steak.