It started yesterday afternoon. Little aches. Little reminders from my body that I am overweight, out of shape, haven't been to the gym since, umm...November! I'd stand up, and my legs would twinge. Reach for a pot, and my neck and shoulders let me know about it.
Last night, I went to bed just knowing that today would be an ouchy kind of day.
I was right.
I swear, even my fingers are telling me about it!
I don't care, though, I am going back this morning, if only to slog along on the treadmill for a while.
If there's a masseuse waiting at my house when I get home, I won't turn her away. I'm just sayin'.