Okay. Today was my first official swim workout with Greg. I thought I loved swimming. OMG. I am so sore. I am sore in places I never imagined being sore in. My breasts hurt. Not the lower part of my boobs that are rapidly approaching my knees, but the upper part of my boobs. I suppose that area is known as the pectoral muscular area. I'm not used to thinking of my body in terms of muscular areas, but I think I am correct...I've consulted an anatomy chart and yes, it is my pectoral muscular area. Who knew?
DID I MENTION MY ARMS? Not just sore like when you try to fit too many, stretched to the limit, circulation stopping, plastic grocery bags full of soy milk, agave nectar and kale in your hands, but to the CORE, the core you never knew you had, sore. I literally was not able to lift my shirt over my head to undress for the steaming hot shower I was lusting after. I had to reach under my shirt to release one arm, then the other. Now the shirt is hanging around my neck and I absolutely cannot lift my arms to get it off. Thank god for Newton (or was it William Tell?) and gravity. I very gingerly bent over and shook off my shirt over my head. Then it hurt to lift my leg up over the side of the tub to get into the shower.
I was in the shower long after it became therapeutic, just to avoid doing the whole thing again in reverse.
I am going to retire on my brilliant dream of having a water proof, Lazy Boy recliner on wheels, that can be conveniently wheeled in and out of my enormous, walk in shower. Actually, as I'm writing this, I realize this is exactly the set up Patrick has! Not quite a Lazy Boy, but a reclining chair on wheels and a huge walk in shower! OMG, I wonder if he will let me use it????
I have to go now because I still have to walk up the stairs to bed and I don't know how I'm going to do it because my arms are too sore to haul my fat ass up by the railing and its way too late for any more physical challenges. My living room couch is not looking too bad.
Good night.
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