I played disc golf Tuesday, went to my first Zumba class Wednesday, and took yoga for the first time in ages on Thursday.
Friday, I’ll eat pizza. You know, balance of the universe and all.
I can handle this every week, I know it. But, right now, both my ankles feel like whipped cream. It feels like the dude behind me rammed cayenne pepper and staples under my left shoulder blade and patted it down to keep it in place.
And it’s not safe to freebase Ibuprofen, you know.