I thought recovery would be a breeze. I slept most of yesterday with only slight cramping. Nothing remarkable. Not even a 2 on the pain scale. So I proceeded with a normal Wednesday’s worth of activity. After all, I’m just walking down the hallway and sitting at my desk.
By three pm, I was exhausted and could barely keep my eyes open. The muscles from my shoulders down my abdomen to my knees ached. And please don’t make me laugh. Ouch.
It’s a “good pain,” like I overdid yesterday’s workout. And if I stay very still, nothing aches at all. But every time I get up to move around, I feel a decade older.
Maybe I should take that Tylenol and hit the hay early. For tomorrow I teach.
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