LipglossKiller I like my coffee black.
I was supposed
to go to a hula hoop class Tuesday evening. All week I was superpsyched. Once I go to that class, it means I am on my way to becoming A HOOP MASTER.
Tuesday afternoon, me and Boyfriend play tennis at the park. And I, like the idiot that I am, proceeded to run around like a racket-wielding high-on-caffeine-and-sunshine maniac, proclaiming “I can do this forever! I have more stamina than anyone!”
Two hours after tennis, I was sunburned, dizzy and had a headache, and all the water in the world could not keep me hydrated enough. Another half hour outside and I miiiiiiight have had heat exhaustion.
Oops.
Luckily, hoop class is next week, too.
