| Friday |
| doms |
The pain settled in this morning after yesterday's intense and lengthy battle in the enclosed 10m x 6m court, where i whacked the tiny ball with the force equivlant to a small missle. Today, DOMS has found its way into my muscles, happily munching away on my myofibrils. It seems as if i am carrying a tonne of lead on my limbs and enormous amount of effort is necessary to generate a small movement. I feel like an eighty-year-old lady.
I walked as quickly as possible to the station platform. I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of head lights from my train. Trains move quickly; i need to move faster, i thought. I begun to lift my heavy legs, but the shooting pain in my gluts restrained my movement; it was physically impossible. A gush of wind flew past me. I slowed to a halt, closed my eyes, and let out a big sigh. I'm late for work. Again. |
posted by sciurine @ 8:44 PM   |
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