My body is sore as heck. So sore I managed to drag myself as far as the couch. The hot shower didn’t help. The soak with Epsom salts irritated a scratch on my knee. The hot toddie I treated myself to splits on the floor because my arms won’t raise but so high.
Let’s face it. My body is old!
Running jogging walking in the rain and the recuperation I’m now slave to have left me in a bit of a cunundrum. On one hand, I enjoyed the feel of me, my thoughts, and my ragged breathing as I made my way through the muddy course. Each race I participate in brings me a step closer to personal satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment. But the sore inner thighs and hacking cough I developed leads me to the niggling doubt that I may want to return to my slovenly days of trash TV and ass grooving.
What’s a gal to do?
Turn to Twitter, of course.
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