Mmmmm… that menthol stench

So, I was only mostly wrong with the whole “able to walk” again proclamation. JT and I tried another bit of tennis this afternoon, and it took about two minutes before the pain of someone trying to rip the bones out through my calves started up again, along with a nice strong bout of lower back pain. It was pitiful, but I managed to play a bit keeping in mind to remember to bend over correctly, and I’m sure amusing whatever neighbors have tennis court views with my impression of a 90-year-old.

After a quick run… er drive, rather… to the CVS, I’m now covered in ultra-stinky muscle ointments, heat wraps, and blister relief pads. All in all, though, I think primarily what my body needs is a freaking day of rest… or two. OH hey… and maybe a nice stinking massage from a very nice massage therapist friend. Joy for the timing of it all… with Kit gone on vacation, too.

What have I learned from this experience? Um… start new exercise programs gradually, perhaps? Work your way up, and for freaking sake when it hurts enough to make you cry, you’ve probably had enough for the day.

And I thought I was a smart girl…

Anywho… tomorrow – morning meeting, tomorrow night – new Gilmore Girls at last, then maybe that’ll be enough rest to comfortably sit through Lewis Black on Wednesday!