Sore

Last night Elaina and I did a quick weights session at the gym, where I fatigued myself to the point that I could hardly drive. I followed this by doing Edward 40-hands, again. This morning I was not hung over, but I am so monstrously sore that moving is difficult, and accompanied by my best “wounded soldier” noises.

I don't know how Elaina puts up with me.

Posted at 2007-02-18 13:47:22 by Richard • Link to Sore
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