Can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but today is actually better than yesterday.
After a half my cup of coffee and a swift re-skim of Hawkin’s The Universe in a Nutshell, I’ve realized the obvious, which is that I have clearly stumbled past a gap in the time-space continuum and gone backward in time. Back before “Plyometrics” took away my breath, my mobility, and my dignity. Back before I got noticed for my signature walk, and not in an ANTM way, but in a “you-look-like-you-got-your-ass-kicked”* way. (*My co-worker actually said this.)
I decided this morning to do away with the aspirin regimen and try to get a little a.m. yoga going to ease the –severe– muscle fatigue. Aspirin was a little easier, and let me sleep a little later, but stumbling in the bathroom to see a toothbrush, a pair of tweezers, and a bottle of pills was making me feel so excited, yet so scared.
All morning I was feeling better and better. Not sore, not tired, and even — dare I say it? — fitter. Until I arrived at work, logged into the computer and realized the truth —
It’s April Fool’s.