Yup. I'm officially paying in pain for my new job. You see, I used to work in a much more active job, always on my feet either with kids or old people. Lifting, walking, caring. Now I sit for a few hours a day staring at a computer screen or a child's text book. Sitting. It's taken a toll on my fitness level. No, not obviously, but today I realize it.
We went on a vacation. We had fun. My boys and I climbed, carried, and slid. We ran, swam, and walked. I had no problem keeping up with them. I felt pleased with myself. I was still in shape.
But today, I'm paying. Everything hurts. And I don't feel so cocky and young today. Ha!
Oh well, it was fun, and advil works well. I'll recover.
Still staring down a deadline... tired of writing... my brain is freezing over at times... but I'm getting there. Only three more to go. I've written four this week, three to go.... if you think of it, pray for time and some solid thoughts to put on paper.
But right now, I dislike writing. I don't even want to see an empty page right now. I can't even think of anything funny or interesting. I don't even want to read anything right now. Words overload.
Check back later.... I might recover.