Ouch

Y'all, I can barely move right now. I mean seriously, my fingers hurt typing this.

Why, you ask?

Because I did a dumb thing.

I went swimming.

Now, long ago in a land far away, I was a swimmer. I swam almost every day, hours at a time, and it was painful then, but not like this. That was sore, good workout, pushing my young and able body beyond its already fantastic abilities.

This is PAIN. I'm not sixteen anymore. I haven't swam laps in at least 4 years, and that was for a week, and it was at least 5 years before THAT since I swam for a workout....

This is pathetic is what this is. I hurt just breathing. Like it actually hurts those tiny muscles in between the ribs to move when I breathe. And my back hurts, my legs hurt, my arms hurt, my.... I'm not sixteen, okay? And I'm so very out of shape.

I didn't know how much until I swam.

This has nothing to do with writing. Unless I write a has-been swimmer story. Not sure who would read it, but I could.

Share your current "ouch" with me, be it your brain, your back, your left ankle, or your teeth. Let's all liven our ouch together.