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oh lanta.

what have I gotten myself into?

I'm doing marching band again this year and oh my,

my legs, butt, arms, abs {the lack thereof} and everything else are sore. so very sore.

but it feels good. I'm getting back into the habit. but it's kinda bad.

{if you don't know how marching band works, its pretty much like dancing while playing an instrument, and I have to make it to a certain position in a set amount of counts}

so while I'm walking back to my car after practice {which, mind you, I'm out in the sun for about five hours}

i start counting my steps in my head.

ridiculous.

I've gone loony. :)

cheerio!