Today, I finally dragged my carcass to the pool (it has been open for three days already) and had a superior stretching and swim time. I did not push myself, only went at the kind of pace where I hope to get home in one piece (well, at least make it back to the car without crying.)
Not only did I make it home in one piece, without crying, groaning or having spasms, but I did another load of laundry and finished the tapioca pudding for lunch at Lynn's tomorrow. Unfortunately, some time during the beating of the egg whites to soft peaks, I danced a little too hard to the Golden Oldies, twisting the lower left lumbar region, rendering the momentary success a total loss.
Ah, at least it was worth it to experience the joyful hope that someday I will be able to have a life once again. Thank you, Lord.
