Exercise

...sucks

I finally seem to have gotten on a decent sleep schedule, and I woke up at 6:45 by myself this morning and lay in bed listening to the birds for a while. Then George attempted to punch me through the window (and failed) and that kind of acted as the impetus to get me up.
He convinced me to exercise, and we agreed to go to the abandoned church across the field so no one would see us and laugh at us. (I'll write about that church soon-its incredible)
We wandered over, me in my leggings and Keens, and spent a while exploring the church and the surrounding buildings before deciding to get started.
We began with lunges. This was a bad choice. The lunges affirmed what we already knew: that we were incredibly incredibly out of shape. But they also expended pretty much every bit of energy I had. I never really understood the concept of lunges until this morning. They hurt like a bitch. After that we did squats and jumping jacks (neither of which I was remotely able to complete because my thighs were on fire) and then calf exercises and of course, during this time, all the small school children were walking to school, right past the church which has no doors, and they found the sight of the sweaty and wobbly khawajas hilarious.
Unfortunately when we got back, I was so exhausted that I skipped the upper body work and went straight for breakfast (peanut butter on a roll) and sweated and felt gross for about two hours. And then I got stomach cramps. All in all, a bit pathetic but hopefully I will improve.
Tomorrow we are visiting Isohe Hospital. I'll let you know how that goes.