I'm feeling quite a bit better today than I was yesterday and the day before. See, I caught myself racing against my 14 yr old stepson. I had just finished telling him that it was us, his parents, who had got him the skateboard, and then he started begging me to race him. This has been an ongoing thing - since he was 10 he's been wanting to race me. It's not as if I'm a fast runner or anything, it's just something he's been wanting to do.
So, there we were about 6 / 6:30 in the evening. It was already dark out. And, yes, like a crazy fool, I agreed to race him if he could convince his father to come out the house and be a witness and to watch Sidney. I only half expected my man to come out of the house so I figured I had a 50-50 chance of getting out of this thing. But alas, he waltzed out and me and the boy walked down the street, I'd say about a quarter mile (probably less, but you know, gota make the story sound good). By then I was nervous, I don't know why. When my husband yelled 'Go' I felt my foot slip on the gravel and I screamed. I know, it sounds like an excuse, esp when I tell you that the boy (of course) got the lead of about 10 feet. The good thing I gotta say is that after that initial lead he never left me. I was right behind him all the way.
Yes, he won. I did good though. A 30 yr old woman racing a 14 yr old?! I must have been crazy. What was I thinking? Did I forget the after effects of working muscles that haven't been used in a while?
That evening I was nauseous, supposedly from all the blood rushing from my head. My husband trainer told him when that happens just to keep moving so the blood keeps getting pumped throughout the body. Anyway, the next day I swear I could barely walk up (or down) the stairs. My legs felt so heavy. The day after that the muscle aches started - my back, my thighs, my hamstrings. It was too funny.
Have I hit my midlife crisis already?