Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. And, um, ouch. Yeah, I'm sore. Just a bit. It is a bad sign when your legs are sore almost immediately after you are done running. Bad sign. When Ben woke up at 4:30 in the a.m. (strange since he has been sleeping through the night lately) I really had to struggle to get out of bed.
My legs are sore. My arse is sore. My abs are sore. Even my arms are sore. I'd like to think that means that I ran much faster and harder than I thought, but I think it just means that I'm out of shape.
I won't even discuss how it was crawling in and out of the back of the minivan to put the kids in their carseats to go to school this morning. I'm so sore. Um, ouch.
Did I mention that I'm sore?