Remember, "The Devil made me do it"? If you were as old as me, you would. Today, for me, Callie made me do it. We played tennis for an hour and a half. It felt okay but I got winded a lot. Prior to that, I'd spent an hour this afternoon clearing out the front fence line. Bending, stooping, straightening.
When the tennis was over I sat in the car for fifteen minutes on the drive the Target. And when I got out of the car...
Agony. I just took the dogs on the shortest walk we ever do and it wasn't even 6:30 yet. I can hardly hold my right arm up to tilt the water down my throat. My legs are lead legs. I'm Tin Man without the oil can.
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