Sunday afternoon, I went ice skating for two hours with a friend. We gabbed while we skated (and did not fall down which is more than just a little awesome, even if you don’t think so, I know it is – so there), and two hours of skating didn’t feel like two hours. And once we were off the ice, sure we were a little wobbly (okay, maybe that was just me) and once I unlaced my skates yeah, it felt a bit weird putting my flip flops on. Then I got home and I guess I was a little stiff – but it stopped and I was fine and I thought to myself:
WHOO HOO! I don’t hurt! I feel fantastic! My legs don’t ache! What luck! Lucky me!
Don’t do that. You know what happens when you do that? A day later, you’ll try to get up from sitting on the floor and realize your hip flexors hurt. Then you’ll realize maybe your thigh muscles kinda sorta don’t feel so fantastic either. And your calves? They’re not happy.
Oh. My. God.
But I’ll be fine. Really.
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