Foiled

Foiled.

Caroline is in camp this week with her friend, Rachel.  I woke on Monday ready to get in some quality gym time this week.  No guilt.  No extra money spent on babykid sitting.

It was going to be great.

Except my grand plans to achieve this desired blissful, endorphin-filled exercise utopia have been foiled.  First by an unplanned and epically long power outage at my gym yesterday and second by a pulled muscle in my back.  I wish I could tell you how I pulled the muscle, but I can't.  Because I was doing nothing.

I pulled a muscle in my back while doing nothing.

How sad is that?

Is this what happens when you get old?  Mysterious aches and pains, knees that crackle like you're stepping on a bag of potato chips, pulled muscles while sitting still.  Depressing.

So, instead of feeling the burn and pumping crazy iron and visualizing punching people in the face, I bought groceries.  In two days, I've been to four different grocery stores. 

Again, I ask, how sad is that?

I sure hope I'm back in exercise condition tomorrow because my freezer, refrigerator and pantry are full.

Here's to hoping I don't break my toe while putting on my socks or twist my ankle while folding laundry.