So Sore

Watching Conan O'Brien, relieved that my Monday is finally behind me. Messaging my sore legs which are a result of incorporating lunges in a long overdue leg workout yesterday. I'm not that surprised that I'm sore considering I've never performed them before in my life. On one hand I'm glad I am this sore because it means that I worked my legs hard enough to stimulate sufficient muscle growth, which in a perverse way is kind of gratifying. The aforementioned lunges definitely did the trick, working parts of my legs that I haven't worked in quite some time. On the other hand it was difficult just getting out of the seated position. Whether it was getting into and out of my car or getting up and replacing tapes at work it was quite an ordeal. And whenever I walked I felt like the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz, waiting for some compassionate soul to squirt some oil in my knees to keep me going. My left leg in particular is more sore than my right which probably means I need to work on my form in order to insure that I'm not favoring one leg over the other.

Well, enough leg talk, I'm off to bed. For now I'm going to hold off on the Ben Gay.