Man oh man I am stiff today.
That’s what he said.
Seriously though, I must be insanely outta shape. I haven’t been off the walking schedule THAT long, but damn.
Started at the 24 hour Fitness recently and those elliptical machines are killing me. I’m not overweight, just have no regular outlet for some aerobic activity except for the occasional weekends when we’re not busy. I thought it was time to tighten up the ole buns and work the heart.
But last night, after a grueling 5am workout (all workouts are grueling to me) and full day of work, I had to run to Westwood Cost Plus to pick up a trunk. I had bought it the night before on a whim, and then couldn’t fit it into my backseat with little old Kieran back there. So I ran over there without him, picked it up, drove back to my apartment, then had to figure out how the hell I was going to get it out of the car and up to the front of the garage all by myself, with a time limit of 15 minutes before I had to turn around and go across town to the daycare. Light bulb!! I had a nice sized, sturdy Woolrich blanket in my trunk, hoisted the CP trunk out onto the blanket and slowly dragged it about a car-length and a half. Oh, I knew my shoulders & back were gonna pay later.
Then I fought traffic to the daycare, turned around, got home again, but did I mention I had also found the matching side cabinet yesterday at a Cost Plus in Woodland Hills, and it was wedged in my passenger seat? Or that we park a hair’s-breadth away from the garage wall on the right side? I convinced Kieran to hold open the asinine locking door from garage to complex, not too carefully maneuvered the cabinet across the front seat and out the door (a few horn honks were heard that night) and hoisted it up 3 flights of stairs with my own muscles to our apartment. I remembered to tell myself: lift with your legs. Oh, I knew my back and arms would be killing me later.
So here we are today and my entire body, from shoulders to calves are screaming. Am I really that much of a weakling?
