As I'm in a heap on my mat, I contemplate my situation. Surely someone will walk by and help me up sooner or later. That, or I'll just lay here on my mat collecting dust until I'm no more. Feebly, I call for help. "Help." Whew, that was exhausting. "Heeeeeelp!"
With my arms feeling like jelly, and not even being able to lift my arm up to reach my water bottle, I make the comment, "Well, this makes me appreciate the shape we were in last time we did this!"
To top it all off, a savage beast takes advantage of my helpless state, and attacks my stomach.
Me: "Panya, bleh, get offa me! *Tries to ward off her attack with a useless arm*
Me: "Heeelp, I'm being attacked!...Giant pink tongue, aaargh! Fiend! Flea-bitten mongrel! Back, back I say!"
How I survived is anybody's guess. As well as I how I got up.
The next day I think, "Hmm, that wasn't so bad, let's do it again!"
(This account has been dramatized for blogging purposes.)