I fought the bull and the bull won. A word to the wise... Those who have never ridden a mechanical bull and think it will be fun... I have one word for you... BULLSHIT. I'm not big into the swearing thing on my blog, but there is NO other word to describe it. I joined this little competition for six bucks, to win five hundred.. easy win, you'd think. Not so much though. I managed to rip three of my nails off (and I don't mean break, I mean RIP) and still only managed to hang on for about five of the 8 required seconds to move onto the next round. The saddest part? I actually thought I'd do pretty good in that situation. Silly me. Now my feet hurt, my fingers hurt, and I am very seriously doubting I have enough gumption to go to the gym at 3 pm today.... HAHAHAHA.... Doubt that's gonna happen. But I'll make a weak attempt to do so.
Still trying to figure out why my toesies are having issues... can't be the shoes. I was was wearing comfy flip-flops and you can't wear shoes when you're buckin' the bronc, but nonetheless, my hands, feet and hips hurt and I'm gonna whine until my heart's content; because I'm good at it. That shouldn't be a problem, but apparently, Murphy's Law still rules my life. Just thought I'd share my bullsh*# story with you.... Now, get back to bed!
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