I hurt today, darling muppets. I hurt.
I have been cycling now since March or April and was finding myself feeling like I am turning into one huge quad muscle. No other strength. Just quads. So, I signed up for a class at my gym based on this:
Monday was my first day. There was TRX-ing, there was running, there was jump roping, there was running up and down stairs. Today all I can say is, “ow.” I would try and explain to you where I hurt, but I don’t remember ever learning about these muscles when I took anatomy. I must have extra muscles that are now sore that most normal people don’t have.
This morning and afternoon I have been faced with some difficult choices. My lats are also sore and this morning, after I put on a new pair of pants, I realized that I couldn’t turn to take the tag off. I considered taking the pants off, but that would have hurt to much, so I just left the tag on. If you saw me earlier this morning, you’d have known that I paid $39.99 for these pants. Thankfully, I got in line at the polling place this morning to vote and ended up in front of a very sweet older lady who had no problem reaching into my back pocket to un-safety pin my tag.
Once I got to work I realized that it is basically agony to sit to pee. I made myself do it, but then encountered the agony of having to button my pants. My abs, deltoids and pecs are also sore and pretty much any task that requires movement is agony. I won’t lie and tell you that I didn’t consider just leaving them unbuttoned for the rest of the day. Nay, I tell you that if I didn’t have to teach this afternoon, I would have just said “fuck it” and would have done back to my office unbuttoned. People I encounter on the way be damned. I’ve got underwear on.
Figure 2: If it’s good enough for Miley…
Ok, I did actually consider teaching with my pants undone.