First, my weight training gloves went missing. Then two of my speed ropes disappeared. These items were last seen in the possession of my gremlin-child. And now? My foam roller has been turned into a Crayola shrine.
Just in case you’re wondering, those legs with the ashy knees — the ones wearing the disco dress — she is the culprit. So ya, my child is ruining my life… sorta?
But ohhhh, look at that cute little face. She’s so proud of her “art project”. I will rage no fitness-fury against the gremlin. But I will wise up and start hiding my stuff, especially since I caught her in my jewelry box this morning. As for my foam roller, that thing was previously shanked to death with a pencil before being turned into a shrine.
The violence against my fitness gear is too much for me to stand. ((sigh))
LET’S BE FRIENDS