So, perhaps the impact was a little too much for my poor knee. Perhaps I'm a little too old for this shit (I say as I rub on some more Icy Hot). Or, more likely, perhaps this is what happens when you go from being completely sedentary to...to...Insanity. The body reacts. The body freaks.
But you know what? The body will get over it. I will press on...some tiger balm patches. And I will keep trying. "No place for weakness. Only the hard and strong may call themselves Spartans. Only the hard, only the strong." Subtract Spartans. Add mothers.
And if I have to wear a knee brace, smell like Icy Hot, and walk with a limp---err, a lean--so be it. I'm rolling mom hard.
Psst-- Here's a peek at what we've been up to in our kitchen while our counters were being made. Can you guess what the project is? Check back tomorrow for a detailed post and pics!