Which leads me to my real point - dear God I HURT.
Yesterday was difficult. I was shuffling around like Frankenstein. But nonetheless I got changed and did the kick boxing class. As anticipated, the warmup was painful, and I definitely noticed that my balance and range of motion weren't as good as they usually are, but I did pretty well and felt pretty good afterwards. Then I went back to my desk and sat on my ass for an hour, and turned to stone. Sigh. By the time the day was over I could hardly move. I was sitting on a pile of pillows at home so that I wouldn't have to go so far down and up to get in and out of the couch. Getting in and out of my CAR was... difficult.
This morning I wasn't entirely sure that I was going to make it down the stairs - I thought about going down on my bottom, but first I would have to GET my butt down to floor level... I'm getting up and doing quad stretches every thirty minutes and that's helping a lot, but... holy crap. I'm actually afraid of my spinning class on Friday - I don't know if I'll be able to do any out-of-the-saddle stuff at all. But even if I don't it'll still be a good cario workout.
Who would ever have thought that I'd be doing this? I've loathed and feared exercise ever since school gym class taught me to. I hate sweating. I've arranged my life to contain as little physical discomfort as possible - and I am now giving over three lunch hours a week to exercising and sweating in front of my co-workers. In classes where I am *clearly* the remedial student. There's all sorts of high-school era demons lurking in those bushes.
I'm trying to figure out what changed in my head after all these years. But it will be nice to feel better.
Once I don't hurt anymore.