Sore!

Last week I was not very good at getting to my morning workouts. I was resolved on Monday morning to rededicate myself and get there every morning, and once there to work my fanny off! Both literally and figuratively...

So far, so good. (And yes, I am well aware that today is Tuesday....) The problem is I am so sore I am walking funny! That hasn't happened since my first two weeks of working out. And as I am sitting here typing this and feeling all of my leg muscles tightening up and dreading getting up to go hunt down the ibuprofen, it occurs to me that I may have been really kind of stupid today since I was already sore when I woke up.

Let's examine the decision making progress here today.

1) Go to 6:30 am workout. I stand by this one. I have discovered through trial and error that the best way to combat sore, stiff muscles is to keep moving.

2) Do 4+ hours of fairly heavy duty cleaning. Hmmm, I am on the fence here because it all needs to be done before Saturday and anything I didn't get done today is still on my plate for tomorrow when I will undoubtedly be even more sore...

3) Do 1+ hour(s) of yard work. My in laws were so kind to come over and help me get the yard clean up started for Saturday. In retrospect it was perhaps not the best idea to start hacking and whacking through the overgrown jungle in the corner. I don't really know what I was thinking, other than once I got started I became consumed with the eradication of the Oregon Grape and Virginia Creeper vines that are the bane of my yard.

4) Go to 7:30 pm Zumba class. This one was probably pushing it. Caite even tried to give me an out and offered to just go walking with me when I was whimpering from pushing on the gas and brake pedals in the van. I didn't go to Zumba last week though, and I really missed shaking my stuff! Oh well, what's done is done.

I have already soaked in a nice long bath, complete with Sore Muscle Relief bath salts. I'll give the anti-inflammatory a try. And if all else fails I guess I will scale back the workout tomorrow. But I will be there. I'm rededicated, remember?