I’ve worked especially hard on cardio this week, and I’m feeling it. I got quite used to aching quads last spring, and as I walked into work today, I was reminded of it.
I stepped out of my car and my legs barked at me.
“That was too fast,” my right quad said. “Give us some warning next time.”
Alright, sure. When did you learn to talk? (And then I remember, oh, they’ve spoken for years now … )
Does that ache suck? Sort of, but sort of not too, because I know I’ve earned it. And that pain isn’t really pain, so much as soreness indicative of past achievement.
Do I look forward to further aching, slow saunters into the office? In a sense, yes. It means I’m moving down the road.