Peer Pressure

I went to my friend's house to pick up the key to my car. (This is the same friend I traded cars with a couple of weeks ago so I could transport a passel of girls to Victoria.) I left the dogs in the house because I was just going to run a few quick errands: put gas in John's truck, pick up his dry cleaning, get a movie to watch, and I made the snap decision to stop by and pick up the key. We did the normal niceties, talked a bit, bitched a bit. But she's incredibly persuasive and by the time I left I had agreed to have my teaching team over tomorrow for swimming and pizza (I'm fine with that - we'll have fun and we need to bond), and did P90X AbRipperX exercises for 16 minutes!!! I'm going to hurt tomorrow! Why did I do that? I DO want tight, ripped abs, but I don't want the pain. I'm a wienie. Oh, well, it's too late now. The damage is done. I might have to do it again.