Oh my quads.
Oh no my pec muscles.
Geez my triceps hurt too.
Oh my traps.
Oh my hip flexors are undeniably tight.
Oh my hammies. Yes, my hamstrings hurt too.
Oh my ass and all those fibers in the gluteus maximus. They all hurt. A slight bend or shift and I feel them all.
The hinge. The doorway stretch. They help but they show tightness that one can’t see. What would my body look like under my skin?
No joke. Everything seems to be achy this Tuesday morning. Was I hit by a car? No. It’s the after effects of the Murph Hero WOD I did on Monday. I’ve been doing this workout for the past five years and I never remember being this sore.
Is it old age?
Did I lack preparation?
Did I not warm up properly?
Was I sleep deprived?
I am sure there was a combination of all of the above. I also probably didn’t fuel my body as well as I could have the weekend prior either. Now I’m suffering.
I had a nap late Tuesday. My body said it was a requirement. I didn’t fight the urge. It helped my recovery. I slept in Wednesday. Something I hardly ever do. My body said thank you. I’m getting less sore by the minute.
Why suffer? Why would I even think about doing this workout again? The irony is I will probably do this again for many more years to come. Maybe not for the aches afterwards but for the tribute to those who are no longer able to do the workout.
Soldiers lost in the line of duty. Soldiers suffering with a lifelong injury. Soldiers suffering in silence. Veteran near and far whom I honor.
My pain is temporary. I’m able to write about it and get on with my life even if I move slower. I’m still moving.
This years pain and suffering was an honor. A badge of courage. Another tribute year in the books. As I end this post I will most likely head to bed early again today for yet another round of rest!