I guess I should have realised last night that this morning was going to be difficult in that, after doing an hour at physio and then, coming home and cramming in several sets of exercises, that I was going to wake this morning like a stiff on the proverbial mortuary table.
It was like raising the dead … well, okay, maybe not that bad, but close enough.
Today, I’m going to be a lot more gentle on myself, and try not to cram in so many sets as if that will ‘cure’ me in an afternoon. I need to pace myself between now and next Tuesday. I don’t want to turn up for my next physio appt. worse off than where I started.
After all, I’m no spring chicken anymore but rather a spent hen past her egg laying days.