Hi, my name is Katy and I'm a cripple...

With the weather being so absolutely lovely on Saturday, I decided to forgo the gym and go for a jog on the lakefront. (Annnnnd, I use the term jog loosely. Actually, it was more like a walk with a little jog. But "A" for effort, okay?!) ANYWAY, I was out "jogging" for about 2 hours and when I got home my muscles were already starting to plague me, which is never a good sign.

Well, by Sunday morning, my legs were so sore that I was walking around my apt like a cripple, (which is so fun, let me tell you!) which brought to mind the week long volleyball camp I attended in 8th grade that also put me in the cripple state after just 1 day. And what helped then was going back the next day and working out those muscles. So I decided that's what I should do and I went back out for another jog/walk. And guess how much that helped? Not one single bit. In fact, it made matters worse! So much so, that when I woke up this morning, I not only felt like a cripple, I felt like a 92 year old, autistic cripple. As in, I have to prep myself before I sit down or get up because it hurts so bad. As in, I can't balance on just one leg to put my jeans on because I might actually fall over.

Needless to say, "jogging" will not be on my agenda today.