Sunday, October 06, 2002

I am aching. All over. My thighs feel like they've been given extra intensive pre-cooking preparation so that they can be deep-fried. Now I know how those plucked chickens feel when the cooks are massaging them, cutting them up and stuffing them with chives or something. There's a dull pain in my upper arms (yes yes, I haven't been lifting any weights for helluva long time too). It's all so bad I've doused myself in some foul-smelling muscle rub and have to wear knee guards to move around. The consequences of cycling for ~50 clicks. Urgh.

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