I’m sore. Joe was right.
Yesterday I went to the gym and ran and lifted and hit the sauna and had a big ole time. I also met a guy named Joe who I began talking to. He mentioned that after you turn 30, you get more sore more often. My saying “yeah” was a knee-jerk reaction, as if my 33-year-old knees understood. Now they do.
Last night, I limped to bed. My left knee has been sore for weeks. I hurt my right ankle running. I hurt my left shoulder lifting. I had to stop doing calf raises because my right leg was cramping. I also had a couple of blisters and a sore back. Anne brought me Advil.
Maybe Joe is a prophet. Regardless, I’m never talking to him again.
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