That's about how I feel after two days of actual exercise. Corb and I started our health club membership yesterday, and I honestly think I exercised things that haven't been used in well over a decade. Which means, I've been in absolute agony all day long.
I knew that I was in trouble when I heard Corb cry out in the shower yesterday, after our first session. He had simply been reaching up his arm over his head.
All through the wedding we attended yesterday, I felt my body bitching at me for daring to exercise, grumbling every little movement. My arms wiggled like bacon frying as we sat at the wedding marveling over the horrible outfits people had actually deluded themselves into thinking would look good at a wedding. Our favorite was a girl who came in a leather outfit that looked as though it had been borrowed from Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Attactive? I think not.
Another distressing trend I noticed: there were quite a few women with big-ass tattoos proudly displayed on their beefy arms. I don't know. Not attractive to me, really. not in the least. I mean, I've nothing against big ass tattoos, really. If you want to have a battleship put on there, go for it. However, just keep in mind that it will stand out, just a bit, when you attend your cousin Sibyl's wedding. So, maybe it might be a good idea to wear something that covers it up, ya know? If only for the fact that the wedding photographer might want to take just a few shots where the wedding doesn't look as though it took place in a biker bar. (Okay, Miss Manners will get off his soapbox, now.)
Ouch. Just reach back to scratch my shoulder blade. That hurt!
Anyway, if we thought yesterday was bad, today was even worse. After our workout this morning, we went to breakfast with Annie. It was a pathetic display. It even hurt for me to pick up the cellphone to call her.
Before I left for my trip to New Jersey, Corb and I lay in bed together, snuggling before we said goodbye. I placed my arm around his shoulders.
"Lifting my head up like that is hurting me," Corb said.
"That's okay," I said, "Having your body on my arm is killing me."
We moved away from each other, and lay, perfectly still, side by side, not touching each other at all. "Saying goodbye to you like this is just so romantic," I laughed. "This gym thing was such a great idea."
Shortly after that, I set off for New Jersey, and arrived here around 10:30. On the way, I thought I was going to run out of gas, and took an exit off 95 with a gas station. I got lost in a real rural area, and, with the gas gauge getting lower and lower, I decided to turn around. As I moved to the side of the road, the headlights of my car flashed onto a dead deer carcus.
Fortunately, I didn't lose gas at that point. It would have been the perfect setting for a horror movie!
Anyway, here in my hotel room, relaxing. And, missing Corb terribly. It's going to be a fun two days, because I love to travel, but I really miss the big guy, more.