Seems silly, considering how little I did, and how much Anonymous did, that I would feel this sore now. I considered myself to be in pretty good shape before the accident. I could play tag with the kids for hours at a time, being the one who was perpetually “it”. Working a long day out in the gardens would leave me sore, but not in a bad way. I could have planted 2/3rds of what Anonymous did on a good day (and honestly, it was amazing how much he got done in one day) and not be hurting so much as to not be able to go back and do it again the next day.
It is going to take some doing, once I am all healed up and the bones have generated to fuse things tight and strong, to get back into my old fighting shape. I am not used to working out to be in shape. My lifestyle had kept me in shape. My lifestyle now is laying on my back, mellow from opiates, cruising the internet and wishing I was doing other things.
Going to be a long haul to true recovery.
