I held out the hope of hitting MA class tonight right up until about 4pm, when I discovered that I was still hobbling around the office like an old woman.
Stephanie saw me painfully shuffling around the kitchen this morning and said, “Boy, I bet you’re sore.”
“I hurt like hell.”
“Didn’t you take any anti-inflammatories?”
“Um… no?”
“Are you drinking a lot of water to rehydrate and help your muscles repair themselves?”
“Um… I’m just drinking the same amount of water.”
“Are you doing anything that isn’t bad so I don’t feel like I have to nag you?”
“Um… look at my bicep, isn’t it KEWL???!!!”
Saturday it is.
