Recovery

What a weekend! And let me just tell you, my calves are feeling it.

Which probably leads you to believe that I've been hiking in the Andes or running marathons or something, but let me reassure you that that is not, indeed, what I did this weekend. I know, hard to believe, right?

I mean, I would TOTALLY scale Kilimanjaro on a weekend. Wait. Is that in the Andes? Nevermind. Pretend you never read that.

My hubby's adorable cousin tied the knot this weekend...his whole family was there and it was one heckuva good time. As evidenced by my superb dancing skills.

Those type of dancing skills come only after 2.05 Bloody Marys...before that? Elaine Benes. After that? Elaine Benes...but I just think I look like Julianne Hough.

Seriously, I think I'm going to start a new fitness craze. I'm going to hold "wedding dances" where each attendee must consume just the right amount of booze to loosen them up (hey, that might not be ANY for you!) and then? We dance for 4 hours.

I can't tell you the last time I was that sweaty. I'm sure I was incredibly attractive with my hair a damp, wilted mess and a make-up smeared, sweaty face. Hawt.

I am totally convinced, however, judging by how my calves feel right now, that give me a couple more weeks of wedding dances and I'll have some killer calves. I'll need a new liver, but hey! Look at my calves!