I object!

Or at least my body does.....and is!

I woke this morning in some trepidation that after the er, unusually active day I had yesterday my legs might not be particularly keen to operate in their usual fashion.

My fears were not realised, I hopped out of bed, ok, scrambled inelegantly but without pain at least, and got on with my day. I was feeling kinda proud of myself. "Ha!" I mentally preened, I may not be the 15 year old gymnast these days, I may be a little longer in the tooth than I would consider ideal but I can still 'cut it' in the running stakes! Run? Yeah I can run, no worries, I'm in good shape..... I can run like the wind and still show no ill effects!

Oh the humiliation. Having pointed my newly discovered physical abilities out rather gloatingly to PG, things began to rapidly and spectacularly disintegrate around my ears. As the day wore on the whole damn shooting match gave up. My legs acquired a state not too far removed from rigor mortis.... but with pain, my back likewise, my shoulder only barely better and one knee and one hip are playing somewhat less that delightful percussive sounds with each movement that is very tentatively attempted!

Things got yet still worse. I can almost accept the physical state of decrepit-ness but the mental state is just not acceptable. By lunch time my mind was refusing point blank to decipher almost any information thrown at it, and this was not information of rocket science proportions I might add. My IQ took a rapid tumble from it's usual 10 to minus 1 and I was struggling with basic things like understanding email. Really, I kept staring at the screen trying to formulate replies and then finding myself having to ask for explanations for the simplest of things! Too funny, if it hadn't been so goddamn aggravating!

Then I fell asleep! Out like a light, gone, my day off wasted in the land of nod!

This is outrageous, I know I know, I am perhaps past my prime but hells bells, all I did was run a while, this was not a marathon, not the Olympics, it was just running albeit at top wack and sustained but still, just running!

On waking I decided something had to be done, this condition of decrepit-ness is not good and so full of enthusiasm I suggested to PG that we go for a jog. I long since learnt that my current state of crippledom (sorry not a pc phrase I suppose but all the same appropriate) is best mended by more of the same.

His response was a resounding uh??? A relieved little smile on my lips gave the game away and another collapse on the sofa seemed the best way to go!!