I'm tired...

I am tired.  The human body has over 600 muscles, and I think at least 500 of them are hurting.  And I have taken to napping in the afternoon.  Oy vey...I think I'm getting OLD.  Actually...I think my bigger problem is that I seem to forget I'm not 20 anymore. 
I went to a CORE class last Wednesday and did 45 minutes of nothing but abs work.  YIKES!  It didn't seem so hard while I was doing it...as a matter of fact, for a newbie I though I was keeping up with all the young 'uns pretty well.  Even when the class was over, yes, I was tired, but I wasn't dead.  "Dead" happened on Thursday morning when I tried to get out of bed and realized I couldn't even roll over to turn off the alarm.  Lucky for me, Savannah was off track because I needed her to put Braden's socks on before he left for school--that's right--no bending over for me!  The pain seemed to go on and on...I hurt in places where I didn't even know I had muscles.  And, while it got better each day, it lasted for THREE DAYS...
Friday, although I was still having pain from my core class, I went to water aerobics in the morning.  I was still not bending all that well, but I figured I had to start sometime.  Then I came home and spent the better part of the morning and afternoon mudding the basement.  If the core class, the water aerobics, and the elliptical had driven me to the edge, the mudding pushed me over.  But did I learn my lesson?  Of course not...
Saturday morning I got up and went to the Firm Physiques class....yep...another weight training class.  She told us to grab 2 pound weights and I laughed at how little and cute they were until she made me hold them either out of up for 10 minutes and then they weren't cute anymore. And when she told us we were doing abs I wanted to cry but figured I would do the best I could.  Amazingly, I did basic crunches (while the rest of the class was doing all sorts of more extreme crunches) and when we were done, the pain in my abs was  GONE!  I don't know how or why, but it was some kind of miracle. I will accept it, be grateful, and move on. Unfortunately, I traded it for pain in my arms, quads, and hamstrings.  Yes...I got my butt kicked by a lady that's 8 months pregnant.  It was a bit disheartening, but I was still glad I went.   Then I went home and did more mudding.
Monday after an hour on the elliptical and a day of mudding, I went back to water aerobics last night.  It was awesome...have I mentioned that I really like the water aerobics?  Not the mudding so much...but the other stuff has been fun.  I'm discovering that I don't hate exercising like I thought I did, which is a good thing.
NOTE:  Last night was also the night I got the shock of my life.... Let me preface this by stating that I am NOT a "walk around the locker room naked" sorta gal.  If it weren't for shower curtains, dressing rooms, and a giant bath sheet towel, I'd just come on home in my wet swimming suit.  But apparently, my friend and I are the ONLY ones that felt this way last night.  I have never, in my entire life, seen an entire locker room FULL of naked women.  UGH!  Every where you turned there was nakedness...some more disturbing than others...shivers...I tried to avert my eyes as much as possible and get the crap out of there as fast as I could but I am afraid I will forever have giant sacks of jiggling cottage cheese burned into my memory. (I'm rude, I know...but this is precisely why I don't go waving my big butt around the locker room) And to finish on a nice note...it's admirable that all these women are going to exercise and I'll hand it to them that they could have been home on the couch eating ice cream and instead they were working out....(just put your butt away please.. )
So here we are at today.  I spent an hour on the elliptical and then had to move all the crap in my food storage so that the guy doing the electrical in the basement could get to the boxes.  It was hard, heavy, backbreaking work and I was cursing the name of a certain someone who shall remain nameless but I will heretofore refer to as "packrat #1 for all the JUNK I moved today that should have gone to the trash years ago.  I was going to mud tonight but I'm tired.
And now that I have written this all down I realize why I'm tired.  I may not be 20 anymore, but I'm still going pretty well. And tomorrow I'll be mudding again....sigh.