Nothing like overdoing it…

Have you ever gone to the gym, then left, wondering if you were even capable of driving the car? That your legs would even have the strength to press the gas pedal? Or that your arms would have the ability to turn the wheel?

Well, let me tell ya…that’s not a fun feeling. Although my son certainly had a wonderful time making fun of me.

First, I hurt my knee jogging on the treadmill. It’s my own damn fault. I have a weak right knee and know better, but did I do it anyway? Yep. I did.

So then, I moved onto the weights, were I proceeded to try and rip my legs apart on the hip abductor. I became a human wishbone…anyone want to make a wish? My son, who coaches me and basically rides my butt to give him just one more, mimicing a trainer perfectly, laughed for ten minutes because the sound of my yelp as my inner tigh muscles were stretched to their limit was apparently the most amusing thing he’d seen all day. He was at least smart enough to remain just out of arms’ reach.

So, now I sit on the couch, legs propped up, too tired to even get in the shower. Now that’s sad.

On a little bit brighter note. my new anthology, To Serve and Protect is out and available at your local bookstore, so be sure and stop by to pick up a copy.  It’s a hot read…:)

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