We had just started doing weight training on our running Tuesdays and in our last workout, our 2nd virgin session in the gym, we worked on the chest, quadriceps and the calves.
Let's just say James and I discovered muscles we never knew existed.
A day after that workout, I was on the train (car still in the @#?!$& workshop), when I got this sms from our, ahem, coach, Mr Miyagi.
Mr Miyagi: "Is your neh neh pain?"
Me: "No. And I'm going to delete your message right now."
Mr Miyagi: "Your neh neh will be pain tomorrow."
Me: "Ok. And I'm going to delete this too. Better warn James too. Wait he conduct World of Warcraft raid halfway kena neh neh pain, cannot kill the level boss."
Mr Miyagi: "Ha ha. Let the guild down."
Me: "Let two guilds down, ok? He is leading a 40-man raid. Neh neh pain is a poor way to lose a raid, man. 'Wait. Wait. Tits. Pain. Cannot. Cast. Healing. Spell.'"
*Neh neh = nipples breasts
