Do you know, I am so unfit, that my right thigh is a still a teensy bit sore from that afternoon last week when I had to chase the dog down the road, across the road and down the tram track, after the florist left the front door open just a chink and I wasn’t thinking clearly enough to unchink the door.
Still, today, I got off the couch, and tomorrow: back to the gym.
adelaide from adelaide 
good luck… and thank goodness the flowers were worth it! at least there’s that 😉
Oh! How about a hug…or three!
I had two long bruises on the insides of my thighs last week. Couldn’t imagine how I’d gotten them – and then I realized that K sits on my thigh fat when we ride on the Vespa.
He’s bony.
And after the gym? Make sure you s-t-r-e-t-c-h.
One day at a time . . .
Imagine how much it will hurt after the gym. Be warned.