Abs of Steel

My friend A___ and I have been doing Yoga and Pilates. Although, since she's a modern dancer, more Pilates than Yoga. We just got done with a session; my abs feel like jelly, and I'm pretty sure my lower back will never be able to imprint again. What's more, I'm sweaty and gross and wearing my green loon pants (thanks mom and dad! great Christmas gifts). It's a good look.

The good thing is, when practicing with A___, I push myself so I'm only humiliated a little bit.

The bad thing is, afterwards, I humiliate myself anyway by lying on a couch in the fishbowl, immobile and smelly.