It's not been a happy weekend. In the midst of a long cardio workout early Saturday morning, I realized that a little nagging pain I'd had in my lower leg had blossomed into full-blown-kill-me-now pain.
Even less fun was realizing that I was nearly at the halfway point of a 9-mile loop around a lake, meaning I'd have to walk/hobble over 4 miles to get back to the car.
So hobble I did, muttering very ugly words under my breath, trying not to cry and contemplating whether it would hurt worse to amputate at the kneecap or continue my trek to the car.
Wisdom prevailed, despite the pain, and I made it back to the car with both legs intact.
Since then, I've been limping about, dealing with muscle spasms and swelling, and continuing to mutter the ugly word or two when I move my leg Just So.
I'm making a valiant effort to NOT move my leg Just So, but it happens sometimes, you know.
The Boy has been a real trooper through the whole experience - bringing me food, serving as a handsome cane and operating as the family chauffeur. He's even telling me jokes that, if I've haven't moved my leg Just So, I find funny.
So, I'm feeling old and decrepit today. Make that VERY decrepit. And I'm wondering how much food I'm going to have to cut out of my daily meals to keep from gaining any weight while I lay off cardio exercise.
It's a sad day to be me, indeed.