I hurt today. My knees, my inner thighs, my butt and even the area of my arm near my armpits.
When I met my friend for our 6:30 a.m. run today, I asked if we could go an alternative -- shorter -- route. My knees woke up angry today, and I wanted to be nice to them. Turns out, we ran a route that is just as long as our usual one. But this one was prettier -- along Lake Michigan -- and so I forgot about my knees.
Who knew that 45 minutes of flag football could make you sore! It's a good kind of sore. The kind where you're reminded that you did something beneficial for your body. I'm happy I'm sore. But I feel old whenever I climb up and down the stairs to our third-floor apartment.
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