Painkillers are our friends

Monday, July 27, 2009

Stretch walked up to my desk this morning and said in a conversational tone, "I was cursing your name last night."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I couldn't sit down -- my butt hurt from those lunges."

I commiserated, explaining how I staggered downstairs this morning at 5:30 AM to gulp some Tylenol and nap on the couch because my back was aching from Saturday's workout. "So, gym tonight at 9?"

"You bet."

Because achiness? Feh. We have iron to lift.