Monday, March 23, 2015
What the hell did I do to myself NOW?!
I woke up this morning and the fronts of my thighs* were KEEEEEEELING me. It feels like a horse kicked me in my thigh-fronts*, repeatedly.
I ... I have no explanation for this. I have narrowed it down to two things:
1. I did a new workout on Saturday. But it was a LAME workout, a Jillian-lite, and after I got done I was all, like, is that all there is? So I kind of doubt it was the workout.
2. I did a painting (wait till you see it!) yesterday morning. The only space I have to paint these days is on the coffee table in the living room, which involves sitting on the floor with my legs folded under me. I was like that for approximately an hour and a half. But, seriously? Could sitting wrong have created this incredible pain the next day? Guys, I can hardly walk.
Of course, there could be a thing the third, but I honestly can't think of anything else I did over the weekend that would invoke this level of pain.
Sucks getting old, is all I have to say right now. Thigh pain. Bah.
*actual anatomical term.