Apparently, I can run 26 consecutive miles and experience minimal back pain.
But scrub one bathroom floor, and I’m all but out of commission.
(Is this a valid excuse to avoid a lifetime of floor scrubbing? I wish.)
It’s been a pretty nice weekend. Somehow, I appear to have added a day to it, as more than once this evening I have referred to something I did “yesterday” … yeah, that was this morning.
That thing I did this morning? I ran a 5-K. A completely different world than the marathon. It hurt; it wasn’t particularly fast in absolute terms; but it sure was fun.
More on that tomorrow, though. For now, I need to recover from an overabundance of housework.