I worked out in the yard yesterday evening, cutting down what we call, “Weed Trees.”
These were too close around our burn barrel, so I wanted to clear the area.
The first step was cutting down the ‘trees’ and throwing them into a pile away from the barrel. I did that, but got really hot and tired. When I started to come in, I noticed I had teeny, tiny burrs all over me. I tried to brush them off while out in the yard. Now I know where our elderly dog, Molly gets them. They don’t come off easily.
I spent another half hour pulling the burrs off my shirt, jeans, and finally, shoes.
In the night I had two bad Charley-horses. I haven’t had one of these since I was pregnant – a hundred years or so ago. They were so bad I thought I would have to wake up my husband, but thankfully, I could let him sleep.
This morning I was limping. My husband massaged my calf and I put on muscle relaxant stuff. I’m already walking better.
I will take it easier today, and will do some yoga stretches later today.
I HATE being rudely reminded of my senior-hood.
