I ache. On Sunday night, I still ache.
I must have walked 15 miles Friday (night exterior – lighting up an entire suburban block with only four of us. Between call and wrap, I sat down for a grand total of an hour – and that’s including lunch), and when I got up Saturday morning, I could barely walk. Normally I swim for an hour or so and then I feel fine, but no dice this time.
I remember telling my grandmother that the liniment she rubbed on her joints was gross and that I’d never do it. She’d just give me that look and say “you’ll be surprised the things you do as you age.” Sure enough, I’ve smeared my knees and ankles with this nasty smelly Chinese shit and am now wearing leg warmers to keep the chill off in the hopes that I’ll be able to walk without hobbling in the morning.
I so totally did not expect this to happen while still in my 30’s.
One week down, five to go.
I’m not sure I’m gonna make it.