On Friday I went back to the gym for the first time in like year and half, maybe longer. It felt WONDERFUL! While I was there. I walked/jogged, (kinda) for 50 mins. I want to ease back in to it. I don't want to kill myself. You know that feeling when everything hurts. Places hurt that you didn't even know was a muscle. You know the hurt when it hurts to sit down on the toilet. You try to sit, but you can only get so far down, then you have to fall the rest of the way, and pray you have your butt over the toilet so you don't land on the floor. I think I would just stay there. And then the pain of getting back up. Yeah, I didn't want to do that just yet. I've done that before and it so sucks to work that way. I've gone to swat down to rub some one's feet and a moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. It's all quiet in the room and I'm yelping in pain. Not conducive to a relaxing massage. So anyway, I didn't hurt too bad. But I could feel it. And then I went back yesterday afternoon. I did the stair climber and tread mill. I would have liked to do a little more, but my shins were starting to hurt.
So I hurt a little, and if I can, I'll do it again tomorrow. I know in the near future I'm gonna have to start the machines and then the real pain comes. Maybe I can wear one of Adrian's diapers and then I won't have to do the falling to the toilet bit.
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