x10 | Ow. Ow. Ow.

Part of yesterday's body work other than the haircut was a very vigorous (and self-punishing?) workout. I was supremely cocky as I finished the lifting and my laps in the pool thinking "I barely even feel winded." to myself. My pulse elevated long enough for the point of it all and the weights were focused on some neglect areas, felt pretty good about it. Until this morning.

The soft fuzzy glow of coming to consciousness is normally the only part of my sleep cycle that I enjoy outside of dreams. The pleasant small motions of everything feeling good, like nuzzling the teet of creation. This morning? Oh hell no. I woke up by my old school land-line phone (it has an actual bell in it) after 5 hours of sleep (CoH). I am know to flop-crouch both in and out of bed. Imagine whale-ninja. I did the front flop onto the floor and as I instinctively grabbed the phone it hit me. Press machine. Leg lifts. Over 20 laps in the pool. I all hit me... in a crippling wave of agony that made my answering the phone a breathy croak.

I finished the call, and then tried to re-flop and dropping myself into what more or less felt like a pile of swinging hammers. No peace in my bed today, so now I wake.

I need a massage.... though I'd probably cry like a little girl if someone tried.