I'm starting to appreciate that I'm not as young as once I was.
Yesterday, we had another visit from the personal trainer we'd seen at our work offsite a few weeks ago.
Like these things usually pan out, I'd been all keen after that first session, and actually did some of the exercises at home for the first couple of days.
Then it kind of dropped off to every second day, then every third, until I was occasionally doing only, you know, the stretches that were easy and felt good pretty much immediately. None of the hard ones.
So yesterday we went through the whole box and dice again, just as a refresher. And I was reminded of how much it hurt the first time.
I cursed myself silently (at least, I hope it was silent . . . I was in a roomful of people) for not having been more conscientious as my recalcitrant muscles refused to move where they were told.
So now I am in the same position again. I'm all keen to continue and do the exercises every day and half-believing that it might really happen.
I even got up early this morning to run through the whole sequence before I went to work.
And as a result I've had aches and pains all day.
This better be good for me.