Battered and bruised

The gym has thoroughly beaten me today. I hurt. A lot. A whole lot. The conclusion must surely be that I am so far out of shape that I am not even a shape at all - at least not a regular shape as being shapeless altogether is rather difficult. If I were a shape I would like to be an isosceles triangle, an aside I know but I like the word isosceles, and triangle. They are two words best said slowly with annunciation. I-sos-celes Tri-ang-le. You should end with a bit of a flourish. I like a bit of a flourish every now and then.