Places I Did Not Know Existed

Sore, that is. Something about that boot camp class yesterday did me a bad turn. C was sore almost immediately, but I was fine. I was even fine as I set out on a 7-mile run today. But about halfway through I realized that my quads felt wooden and my shoulders hurt with every footfall. This evening I am in genuine pain, and I am not sure why. I can only attribute it to the explosive movements they had me performing, when I am used to more sustained, fluid movement. Either way, it adds another dimension of humiliation to the whole experience. But I am determined to repeat it.

I registered for a January marathon and also for a local 10K in November. The 10K is very very hilly, but historically I have done well in this particular event. The best thing about the 10K is the kids events on the high school track. Last year, Mr. T fell halfway through and was miserable with a nasty scraped elbow-knee combo. Angry, red and swollen. Still, we hiked three miles that afternoon.

My Cha-Cha broke her arm tonight. She slogged through the doctor visit, the X-ray and orthopedist, exhausted and tearful. Now tucked into a comforter on the couch with a book and some music on the stereo. She'll end up sleeping with me, I am sure, which is fine with me. I love it. Poor little thing with a big white cast on that tiny arm. I can't put my finger on why I am so sad tonight.