So, it's like this, guys. I'm old, decrepit, and feeble. And yet, it kind of feels good to hurt, if you know what I mean.
Do you? Or am I just fumbling along, trying to make sense of my feelings again?
What I mean, I think, is that, despite my sore muscles from my Fitness Till Death class, and my newest class -- Lab -- whereby we get to lift each other off the floor and simultaneously rip our pants from fore to aft, I'm loving the pain, the feeling of muscles regenerating, the knowledge that my body (and mind) are getting stronger with every day.
Trying to remain positive, y'all. Bear with me.
On another positive note, I had a birthday yesterday. Yeah. Just in case I didn't already realize I was old, now I'm older.
Despite that unfortunate fact, I had a wonderful day, as always. Mr. Handsome and the kids have "The Knack" and somehow just know how to make my day perfect. Em had stayed up late Saturday to put up decorations
and she made my birthday cake
and it was good.
I also had to spend the better part of MY day studying, and doing a couple of tests that actually took WAAAY longer than I expected. As in, hours longer. Yay school.
So, today's a new day, and I once again drag my sorry and baggy ass out of bed to groan softly to myself as I try to move stiffened joints and painful muscles, and remember that I am so very lucky in every way imaginable.