Y’all know that exact moment you realize you’re old?
That happened to me this morning.
This past weekend was my friend April’s bachelorette party. We’ve been planning this thing for MONTHS.
We were ready for an exciting weekend. And excitement was had. So much excitement, in fact, that I woke up smelling like tequila, pineapple juice, and bad decisions. Awesome.
I’m realizing this morning-Monday-that while I had a damn good time and we turned New Orleans upside down, I’m definitely feeling it in my bones today.
So today’s WOD is probably gonna be no joke. But all that matters is that I’ll be in the box, repenting to all gods Paleo for my questionable behavior this weekend.
Hey, what else are bachelorette parties for?