I was forced to slather Icy Hot all over my legs after my shower this morning. They're practically on fire under my jeans right now and I still can't get down the stairs without gripping the walls for my life.
Jon, of course, thinks this is hysterical.
Not as hysterical as me emailing the trainer from Jon's account to request a session of his own!
This tube of Icy Hot won't last the week.