Hit by the DOMS truck

So you guys, the downside to whole-body movements is that they make your whole body sore when you haven't done them in a long time.

I woke up yesterday with sore abs, and then it spread. I was sitting on the couch for a while yesterday morning-- I got home from 7:30 Mass and bopped around the internet for a while before my weekly Zoom chat with my college rooommates. We wrapped up the call and I realized I had been creamed by the DOMS truck as I sat there: lats, triceps, biceps; glutes, quads, hamstrings. I joked about it with my family all day. "Would you like to hear about my sore muscles?" I kept asking them. "Oh, yes," they would say, "I'd like nothing better."

I went out for a slow and limping run last night, in which I observed that my calves were weirdly fatigued -- as if I was using more lower-leg muscles than usual because everything higher up the posterior chain was toast. I did a 12-minute bedtime yoga video and it was ridiculously painful. Adriene told me to start with some nice cat-cow stretches and even those hurt. You know you overdid it when cat-cow hurts. In the middle of some hip-opener thing she said, "REALLY FEEL what it's like to be in your body right now," and I said, "It feels like arson, Adriene; it REALLY FEELS like someone committed arson on my middle-aged muscles." She put us in happy baby and I had to wonder to myself if there is an asana called "grumpy middle-aged person regretting her life choices." It would have been more suitable.

That last bit is just me exaggerating, though, because I do not regret that particular life choice. It was so nice to be back in the weight room. I am going again tomorrow. I am looking forward to it hugely. I've missed lifting.