Yesterday morning, I decided I was going to jump out of bed like I was 25 years old.
At least…
That was the plan.
My brain shouted,
“Come on! Let’s do this!”
My back immediately replied,
“I’d like to file a formal complaint.”
My knees interrupted,
“Can we discuss this decision first?”
Meanwhile…
My left ankle started making noises that sounded like an old haunted house opening for Halloween.
After several grunts…
Two deep sighs…
And one motivational speech to myself…
I finally managed to stand up.
Just then…
My fitness watch buzzed.
“Congratulations!”
“Workout completed!” 🎉
Workout?
I hadn’t even made it to the bathroom yet!
At my age…
Getting out of bed is apparently considered cardio. 😂🤣
