twenty-something

Today I am sore.

Yesterday, after work, I went to the gym for the first time in, sadly, ages. And perhaps I pushed myself a little too hard. I wasn't quite there for a full hour, and I didn't think I did too much. But I was beat when I got home, and today... it's eleven at night and my arms still ache.

But what can I say? I am feeling the burn. And I am loving it.

In response to all my complaining today at work, a co-worker said, "pain is a sign of weakness leaving the body." Here's hoping she's right, because I am in worse shape than I thought.

Continuing my resolution, I plan to hit the gym again tomorrow. And maybe, just maybe, I'll see a hot naked guy in the locker room instead of the old guys that were there yesterday.

My eyes are still sore, too.