Exercise
I have suddenly started exercising again, after 2 1/2 months of pleasant slovenliness. My mind remembers the old summer strength, and at first my muscles (cooped up for so long!) are happy to comply. A run up Hardscrabble Hill and down to the causeway? No Problem! An hour and half in the weight room at the Ellsworth Y? Sure thing!
Then the next day I am incredibly sore. I happen to think that this is wonderful. It reminds me of the ubiquitous "hiker shuffle" that starts every day on the southern Appalachian Trail, or the "sawyer's arms" we all had on chainsaw crew. Good stuff. Every year I get a little bit stronger, and every year the strength comes back faster.
Then the next day I am incredibly sore. I happen to think that this is wonderful. It reminds me of the ubiquitous "hiker shuffle" that starts every day on the southern Appalachian Trail, or the "sawyer's arms" we all had on chainsaw crew. Good stuff. Every year I get a little bit stronger, and every year the strength comes back faster.