Sometimes I don’t understand myself…

As evidenced in both my and ‘s blogs, this weekend was an asskicker as far as workouts go. I had been slogging around the house and office like a wounded yak the last few days, yesterday I was so profoundly sore that my lats hurt to the touch.

Last night was spent hanging around the house waiting for the water guy and my grandmother to show up, so I got to do more than my usual share of sitting on my butt. I was not complaining, because of the aforementioned soreness.

One of Tasha’s work friends came over to use our washing machine (Tasha told her she could), so I got to spend the night on good behavior because someone new was around. After she left about 10:00, we decided to pick up stuff around the house and then crash. We ended up hitting the bed at about 10:30 pm and I slept like I was in a coma again.

This morning I woke up and noticed immediately that I had full movement of my back and abdomen. Also, squatting down and standing back up again wasn’t painful. I still feel a *slight* amount of stiffness in my lats and down my back, but it is no longer sore to the touch and I feel like I’m ready to work out hard again.

Tasha and I are coming to Mapleton tomorrow night instead of the Boy’s Club, since she has to work tonight and is looking forward to training.