Get a stretcher.

The morning of Day 3, I couldn't get out of bed.  Day 2's activities (the weights, hill climbing, rubber bands, push ups, jump ropes, lunges, medicine ball, squats, and presses) took a toll on me. It is at this moment, as I'm struggling to pull the sheet gently off my arm, that I realize my age. But let's be clear: There is a 75 year old woman out there running circles around me.  75 years old!!!  When I was born, she was 31.

I am spectacularly out of shape.

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Jarret's birthday is today, so with work and my Volkslauf training, 2 baby showers, and our amazing Pet/Shelter drive on Saturday, I wasn't exactly prepared on Day 3. Not only was I walking funny (Orlando, one of The Voice's graphic designers/ photographers called it my 'Pimp walk'), but I could barely turn the steering wheel. I would stiffen up sitting at my desk, and a wheel chair was in order after about 10 minutes of typing emails.

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So, I skipped Day 3 for physical and birthday-related reasons.  I am also on jury duty this week, which is relevant only because at midnight, I remembered I was supposed to check the Kern County Superior Court's web site to see if my group number had been called.  Guess what?

So, at 6:00 my alarm went off, but even before that, I had been laying there in a semi-conscious state rubbing the lactic acid around my shoulders.  I had to take 3 Advil just to turn the steering wheel into the jurors parking lot today.

To make matters worse, I asked for a butter croissent at Starbucks this morning, and when I finally opened the bag in the jury waiting pool, it was one of those maple bars.

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Its only 11:00 in the morning, but Day 4 of Volkslauf training isn't looking too promising so far. 

I WILL continue.  It WILL get better.  But lest I overdose on the gross amounts of lactic acid being dumped like raw sewage in the pit of my stomach, I will have to continue it next week when my previously neglected muscles have had a chance to recover.