The agony.....the pain....the confusion. Ever have those moments where you are so sore from trying to get your out-of-shape, over worked, lazier than you ever knew you could be, tired old self into shape that you can barely walk? Ever have trouble sitting down on the toilet because you're so sore? Welcome to my world on Monday, March 24th 2008.
I wake up to my first day of work as a 28 yr old (my birthday was Saturday) and I have never felt older in my entire life. I waddle like a severely pregnant woman down the hallway (which apparently has grown in length overnight...surely it was never this long) on my way to the kitchen to make coffee. I can't for the life of me figure out what I have done to myself to cause so much pain.
Thinking back over the weekend..... there was the drive to my parents house for my birthday weekend and their surprise anniversary party....it was a smashing success if I don't say so myself, I highly recommend renting a margarita machine for your next event. The party went off without any problems with the exception of my parents air conditioner having a disagreement about whether it could keep the 60+ people cool, I kept encouraging it "you can do it, i know you can cool off this house...just a little more!!!" and, of course, the how shall i describe it, gay-pride, dia de los muertos, telle tubbie, starburst, fuscia and turquoise 2 tiered wedding cake....which was oh-so-similar to the solid white cake i described with a few cacti, chili peppers and maracas placed strategically around the side. (i'm over it, it was delicious but overpriced, or should i say deliciously overpriced?)
I digress...after the anniversary celebration, we all stumbled towards our sleeping destinations. Mine had changed from the night before as someone higher up on the food chain (and deservedly so) arrived as a surprise and I graciously offered up my claim on the upstairs bedroom. So I was left with two choices 1) the upstairs sofa, so incredibly comfortable but located in prime morning news, coffee drinking and early rising location or 2) my dad's recliner. I opted for the latter.
Now when I say "recliner" let me clarify. This is not the huge, oversized leather rocking chair with the handle on the side. This is the sleek leather chair that you don't realize is a recliner until you lean back.
With all recliners there are two positions where the foot rest pops up and then when you "recline." I am a stomach/side sleeper. This poses a challenge for recliner sleeping as every time you unconciously turn to the side, the recliner thinks you have woken up and kindly returns to position #1 thus waking you up and forcing you to lean back again and return to recline position. This was my night, over and over again. Sometimes in my sleep, sometimes awake and sometimes I think I must have just kept my muscle clentched as I tried to push downward with my feet to maintain recline position.
Regardless, my lazy a$$ got more of a work out in my calves trying to recline peacefully Saturday night than I have in all my 28 years.
I'm finally able to walk without a limp today. So if you are inclined to recline....recline at your own risk and try to limit yourself to only cat naps if possible.
I say again....advil?? anyone??
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!! It's a testament to your love that you're stiill married today (especially after raising us!)
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