Owie

I've sorta been flirting with how out of shape I can get, and it's finally, truly, bit me in the ass. Allow me to explain.

Two days ago I got a cold -- no big deal -- but two days ago I also went to my pottery class for the first time in 8 months. Much to my dismay the wheels there are too high for me. I can't get the proper leverage and balance from having my left elbow on my left leg... so I do it sitting down yet on tippy toes. This does not work well, but I don't see any way to lower the wheel. Raising my seat doesn't help the problem, and there's a flywheel next to my feet, so there's no safe room to prop up my foot.

There are other, lower wheels (electric ones) but they are taken. Normally I'd roll with this and just do some handbuilding.

But I didn't. I made two slightly off-centered bowls. Life was fine.

Until yesterday. My calves, my left knee, my forearms, my upper arms, my shoulders, my hands, they are all screaming. I'm walking at like 1 mile per hour. The pain has begun radiating to my torso.

This must be what adults mean when they say as you get older, your recovery time gets longer. I've never felt so old. Clock it - 32 and I'm old.

Think my doctor will prescribe a muscle relaxer for me over the phone?

Update -- a day and a half into the pain I remember ibuprofen exists. Life is now a lot better.