Thanks weeds, I can’t touch my toes
I can run, I can swim, I can yoga without being reduced to popping ibuprofen and walking very gingerly up and down my stairs (peanut gallery: maybe that’s because you’re not training hard enough. Ya, ya, ya, I hear it, I hear it!). But, three hours in the garden on Sunday pulling weeds and pruning shrubs kicked my butt. Or actually, kicked my hamstrings to be precise. The problem is, I never think to stretch after I garden. It doesn’t feel like a workout to me (peanut gallery: well, by the looks of it, it probably isn’t much of one, the garden’s still a jungle. Ya, ya, ya, I hear that too!) But, it’s really nailed me this time.
I hurt. My live-in masseuse has promised to come upstairs and sort my ‘hammies’. He’s very nice like that.
Tuesday, 10th June 2008 at 21:08
Girl…I feel your pain. That happens to me every time I go out in my garden too. Of course…you’re in much better shape than I am. Course…I have barely gone out in my yard at all for the last week as a result of our current infestation of Cicadas. I despise cicadas. This California girl is not prepared for the likes of Cicadas. And if you’re not familiar with them, please to enjoy: http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images;_ylt=A0geu9i1605IfJEApQBXNyoA?ei=UTF-8&p=cicadas%20insects&rs=0&fr2=tab-web&fr=yfp-t-501