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My eyes are burning and tired from the allergies, I have a two day work week and a million things to finish, I am intentionally shirking one big, scary responsibility, but all in all, I'm content. I can't do more than I can do.
Yesterday, great fun was had outdoors. There was the morning hike at Pisgah then there was biking to the park and a barbeque and sporty things like frisbee and bocce. I'm not going to include the bit of a wrestle because that was a reaction to G tackling me to the ground. He prides himself on being able to use his Australian/Chinese Fu to overcome my raw and brutish tactics of trying to muscle him to the ground. Hey, I'm untrained in the martial arts. I resort to pure bile, spit and vinegar. It may not win the day, but I'm not going down without a fight.
Consequently, this morning my legs are sore. I think it's more from the effects of running on these sorry old knees than anything else. The muscles feel fine, but getting up from the squat position is, well... I need to hold on to stuff to boost my lift. *sigh* I had to keep running for the frisbee and, while it felt good at the time, I guess it falls into the "weekend warrior" trap. I'm not inclined to slow down because of the frailty of one chunk of body, but I sorely wish I had my 22 year old knees back. I'm hoping to get another decade out of them, at least. Today, there shall be very little running.
Yesterday, great fun was had outdoors. There was the morning hike at Pisgah then there was biking to the park and a barbeque and sporty things like frisbee and bocce. I'm not going to include the bit of a wrestle because that was a reaction to G tackling me to the ground. He prides himself on being able to use his Australian/Chinese Fu to overcome my raw and brutish tactics of trying to muscle him to the ground. Hey, I'm untrained in the martial arts. I resort to pure bile, spit and vinegar. It may not win the day, but I'm not going down without a fight.
Consequently, this morning my legs are sore. I think it's more from the effects of running on these sorry old knees than anything else. The muscles feel fine, but getting up from the squat position is, well... I need to hold on to stuff to boost my lift. *sigh* I had to keep running for the frisbee and, while it felt good at the time, I guess it falls into the "weekend warrior" trap. I'm not inclined to slow down because of the frailty of one chunk of body, but I sorely wish I had my 22 year old knees back. I'm hoping to get another decade out of them, at least. Today, there shall be very little running.
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I will assume you instead mean that G throwing me about the park must have been cute. *raises eyebrow at your taste in violent cuteness*
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