While not having any new puncture marks today, I really had another one of those days. I finally realized at 3:30 this morning when I woke up for work that I am no longer 19 years old. My body was really sore. I mean I literally I felt like I had either did a swan dive onto the concrete from 20 feet in the air or I may have forgotten about getting hit head on by a mack truck. It could happen!!!
I kept trying to think what I could have done to be so sore. I mean my PT session was not that heavy yesterday. The only thing that came to mind was a few whacks I made with a sledgehammer. I mean I was only showing my kids how a real man wields a sledgehammer and the 1/2" dent into the steel deck, the corner no less, really showed them that while they had youth and vigor, my old butt still had the power. Their eyes almost popped out when they saw the dent I had made. Anyway, I woke up this morning and my arms were sore and my back felt like someone had turned it into a pretzel while I slept.
I went to work, after popping a couple vitamin "M" and would not let my ki9ds have the satisfacyion that I was hurting. As luck would have it instead of having to sit in the back of the PT formation I luckily got to lead it where all of them had full access to see me suffer. However since I am a man I took my pain in silence and smoked the dog crap out of them. By the time PT was finished I almost died while driving home from the intense workout I gave.
There are times like this one knowing that I will probably feel a little worse tomorrow morning at 3:30 than I did at 3:30 this morning. I do know that tomorrow morning even feeling a little worse I will still be greatful to be alive and able induce another smoke session on my kids (I'll probably have a heart attack if I do but isn't that why they invented nitro pills?) if I am given the pleasure.
Anyway, I see some more vitamin M looming on my near horizon and have to get my daughter ready for bed, thus the sooner she falls asleep the sooner I can get everything I need for tomorrow ready for another day of torture.