His legs hurt because he’s been working them out so much. My legs hurt because I’ve been working them out so much. But my legs get all pinch-y and twisted on the inside, limiting my range of motion and use of the muscles as a whole. His legs just hurt so much from lactic acid soreness, he struggles to move smoothly and to be touched… like, at all. Two very different kinds of ache from exercise. One comical and one somewhat serious. After my visit to the chiropractor again this Friday, hopefully the latter will be resolved. And, if the former isn’t better by then, I might just have to poke him a few times, just to see a grown man squirm and squeal like a child. 😛
At lunch for my brother’s birthday today, they were all taking about how they’re sore and how they have bruises all over their bodies, both in unexpected places. That’s about how it goes with aerials!
I’m definitely sore tonight, but I also did almost no physical activity of any kind today. I walked to and from the car a few times, including at the restaurant for lunch. I sat a bunch at lunch and for work (studying) later. I lay down on the sofa to nap, then later this evening to watch a movie. And I walked around the house a bit, as well as out front a few times to see the Christmas lights my man was putting up (at last – there’s no time like the present!). So, it makes sense that I’m quite tight tonight.
I just asked for restful, relaxing sleep for us all tonight, please, that we be rejuvenated tomorrow and pursue and fulfill your will. Also, as usual, please, get my man home and into his bed safely tonight, and help me let go of some of my fears of his working out so late at night. Please, grant us peace. In your name, I pray. Amen.
That’s the German word for sore muscles after exercise, and I love it. My leg muscles are especially sore right now, and have been for about a week now. Mostly my hamstrings hurt, I guess, though it all is sore, just to varying degrees.
I had my man rub the backs of my legs for me tonight. I asked and told him to be gentle and careful, and use his whole hand to speed the pressure out… and he kind of did. But he also forgot or got distracted every couple seconds or so, and then pushed pointedly and much harder. I even started genuinely crying at one point, it hurt so much. I’d keep telling him when it was too hard, too much, yet he didn’t always seem to believe me… something like that. Whatever the case, his help was extremely painful at times, leaving me writhing in pain, yelling loudly, and, even, crying. It was helpful overall, but the too far stuff was just that – too far.
Hopefully, my muscles heal better tonight and tomorrow than they have been doing.
Every time I get a massage, I feel ill afterward. And I mean truly ill, like I need to have some chicken soup and down some water and sleep for 24-48 hours. Not every time is quite so bad, but it seems to be consistent with how long the massage is, as to how intense the illness feeling becomes.
My mom, who is a massage therapist, says it is completely normal, though. She says that so much is being activated and moved around in the body, it is having to let go of a bunch of germs and other junk that had been hanging out in it. So, it’s completely normal to feel sick, because all those nodes and everything are, in a way, being beaten up for a while, and the body needs some recovery time, some rest, and a lot of water.
So, I’ll have me some more water now and get to bed, because I have school in the morning!
Some days, we get hints that we need to see a chiropractor and/or a massage therapist. And, some days, after not getting it handled, our body screams undeniable pleas at us, begging and almost forcing us either to stop moving period or to go see a chiropractor and/or massage therapist. Tonight has proven to be the latter for me. Tomorrow will have one of those appointments in it. Obviously.
Tonight, we buzz cut the hair that was there on his legs. And, yes, there was a lot of it…
But, boy, do those legs look extra nice, now that we can see them so well! Talk about definition…
And then, just as you are about to watch a movie together for once, enjoying the evening spent relaxing together on the sofa, he tweaks his back and suddenly can’t move or breathe deeply without immense pain. And chiropractors aren’t open until Monday… At least we weren’t planning on getting a whole lot done tomorrow, almost all of which requires full physical movement abilities…oh, wait… yes, that’s exactly what we were planning to do…
Yup. Still sore. Though, it has been coming and going throughout the day today. I slept loads better last night (though that still wasn’t very good overall), and my arms were improving significantly yesterday evening and this morning. However, when we had to run errands with and for my grandma, and then drive three+ hours home, being so sedentary in the car made not only my arms more sore, but also my legs(!). And so, my arms and my legs hurt now, and so look ridiculous whenever I need to brush or floss my teeth, scratch my face, push some hair back, and all that jazz. Ugh…
“You oughta see yourself,” she says, chuckling. “You look like…,” and she makes motions with her arms that are very clearly imitating a monkey.
Oh, I know, Grandma… I am incredibly aware… 😛
After the workout yesterday – mile run, 100 pull-ups (modified to difficult ring rows), 200 push-ups (modified to dumbbell push-ups for my wrist), 300 air squats, and another mile run, both runs with a 10lb weight vest on me – my arms are in big time muscle soreness. I hadn’t done push-ups in months because of my wrist, and I suddenly shot out 200 of them. It’s no wonder they hurt today, but boy, do they hurt! I actually woke up in the middle of the night last night, they were hurting so badly. I was rubbing and stretching half the night after that. Then, today, I couldn’t quite get my arms to bend normally, so, every time I itched my face or wiped my mouth or brushed back a lock of hair, my overly rounded arm shape made me look and feel just like a monkey.
Fortunately, all the vitamins and food and water and stretching and low-grade use of those muscles today has helped significantly. They aren’t healed fully, but they are much better than this time last night!
God, thank you for the blessing of this pain, this reminder always to take care of myself and be grateful for my body and its capabilities. Please, help me to heal fully that I might pursue fully and fulfill your will. In your name, I pray. Amen.
The human body is a beautiful thing. And it is especially beautiful when its inhabitant, if you will, truly takes care of it and well. The contours and shapes are just plain beautiful. But one of the absolute best parts, I think, is that muscled V that runs along the inner edges of the hips. Underwear models have been getting us with those two lines for decades, and I don’t really see them ever ceasing to dupe us into wanting even more Calvin Klein underwear simply because of that V… mmmm… I look forward to having my very own personal Calvin Klein underwear model… eventually… 😛