Yoga, Day Three.

I woke up this morning more sore than I’ve been in my entire life.

One word: Ouch.

Things that I didn’t know were muscles (like the skin over top of my ribs, for example) protested with every slight movement.

Still. I got up. Late. Really late. But I still got up.

Day three was shorter and a touch less intense (for me) to start. Which is good, because it currently feels like a full-body hangover in all my delicate muscles.

My athletic friends tell me the soreness will ease the more I work out. That, or I’ll just become inured to the effects of lactic acid. I’ll let you know.

“This one was a lot more bendy. I am not that bendy. Yet.” -Accountabilibuddy


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