That is, until Monday. It was raining, and I wasn't in a good enough mood to walk outside in the rain. So I holed up inside, did my homework like a good girl, and then did a 25-minute full-body workout. No sweat, literally.
The next day, I played softball and used muscles I haven’t used for a year. And despite my statement that I can play any position but catcher, I ended up playing catcher, which means I did more work than anyone else on the field.
The result? All of my leg muscles above the knee feel like they're being smashed by a piano whenever I get out of my chair. My throwing arm gets stiffer every hour. And pretty soon there will be no guarantee that I'll be able to breathe again after I twist or laugh.
They say walking provides the widest breadth of physical benefits.