I specifically switched his dosage time from morning to late afternoon, because I really like his teacher and didn’t want her to have to bear the full brunt of his manic, off- the-wall behavior. Yep, I took a hit for the teacher.
Back to my muscles, they hurt. Walking up and down the stairs is brutal and yet I am going back for more punishment today because my screaming muscles have atrophied. They have become lazy, mushy, and very unattractive. Did I mention that I modified my workout…that’s right, I took it easy so the instructor wouldn’t have to pick me up off the floor and force Albuterol down the throat. Instead of squatting with a 40 lb. punching bag, I used baby weights and in lieu of a 10lb ball for ab work, I used a 4lb. ball and still my muscles hurt so badly, it’s beyond the sweet pain of a job well done. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow and ….OW!
Yes, I am in pain, but eventually it will pass with every subsequent workout and slowly, I will return to my advanced level once again. Until then, I suppose a little patience is in order. I’m really bad at patience, but my muscles are a constant reminder that patience is definitely a virtue. OW!