Recovery
Fifty. It sounds totally wrong. Fifty years ago, half a goddamned CENTURY ago, was when I was born. As much as sometimes I don't feel fifty, or I may try to kid myself and say I don't look fifty, I know I really am. This has never been more apparent to me as it was the next few days after my trial Muay Thai class. Although I made it home from that free trial class in relatively good spirits, when I woke up the next morning, it seemed like most, if not all movement was incredibly painful. Every waking moment of the day was excruciating. My neck hurt from being yanked and tossed around by it. My biceps were useless jelly and my wrist ached from the first punches I had thrown in well over a decade. My abs hurt from doing sit-ups with a goddamn medicine ball (yeah I thought those things were only in movies, too!). My elbows were dark purple from slamming them into pads...and my shins! My poor s...