Everyone I've made eye contact with today knows that I took an exercise class yesterday and now I'm so sore I can hardly move. Also everyone who's connected with me via Facebook and now everyone who reads my blog: I want you all to know! I exercised! Even though there were signs on the wall that said "It's OK to suffer!" and "You're not gonna die!" Despite these warnings, I ran around and around and did many deep knee bends and horrible push ups. I sweated. I never do that unless there is mulch to be spread or a hole to be dug.
Tonight I whined and was pathetic and The Man Who Lives In My House was compelled to point out that I was complaining a lot. "I'm going to send you to that class next," I told him, "And then we'll see if you don't do some complaining. "
"I'm sure I will complain," he replied. "But no one in the world can complain as much as you."
He may have a point. And just to underscore his point, I'll add that I'm avoiding going to bed because I'm dreading how difficult it will be to stand up in the morning.