When I woke up and stood up, every muscle in my body screamed
WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO US
And as I took a few steps towards the kitchen it was followed by
YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS
See years ago I did a womens self defence course and that lead to me taking up kickboxing, and that lead to the instructor writing me out a weights programme. And I managed to beat myself into pretty good shape. But then about two years ago I developed a shoulder injury and had to give up the weights. And although for the past twelve months I've been doing the running, the biking, the pilates, billy blanks dvds, yadayadayada, nothing really makes me feel as fit as when I haul weights.
Because I like being strong. I like the way my posture feels so much better and nothing jiggles around. And I want to remain strong as I age. I don't want to have a dowagers hump and walk around all hunched over as if I'm searching for coins on the ground. I don't want to be falling and snapping bones because they're so brittle and weak, and I definitely don't want my triceps waving good bye to someone when my hand does.
And I want to beat my husband in an arm wrestle. I know, it's terribly romantic, but before the shoulder injury we used to do a fair bit of Saturday night arm wrestling. And although I hadn't beaten him yet, I could tell he was scared. Man, when he's about eighty I'm going to kick his arse.
So on Monday morning I pulled out the weights programme and hit it hard.
And thats why this morning, you would only need to tap me anywhere with the point of your little finger and I'd fall in a screaming heap on the floor.