Last weekend we planted our garden and it's taken all week to get my legs back. I did something so horrible to my hamstrings I don't even have words to describe it. Old I guess, that's the word. Thirty is kicking my ass. It took an entire week to stretch the tight out of those muscles, literally because it's now Saturday and it still smarts just a little when I sit down.
Exercise and life in general has been on hold while I try to heal. We've still been walking because if we don't the dogs walk around the house with picket signs but that's the limit of physical activity right now. Which is a shame because it's finally beautiful here and we have a house to build and pounds to lose and a wedding to plan. There is a lot of change going on here and not being able to walk is awful. On one of our walks the dogs were barking and I thought it that's a bear I'm going to have to play dead because I'm halfway there. I watched this show recently and the people were talking about their bodies betraying them and of course they all had television cancer but still it's mind blowing when you realize you can't even walk briskly away from the scary imaginary bear.