I had a busy weekend. I made it to an event I had so wanted to attend and survived it.
Our golden retriever rescue had a volunteer mixer, and both Abby and I enjoyed ourselves. Once home, Abby sacked out and I began nursing the inevitable pain.
The punishment does not fit the crime. But the crime was worth the punishment.
I felt so victorious having participated. I am still aglow from being among those who share my passion. No degree of physical pain could elicit regret. I cannot attend the majority of desired events. Hence, the joy.
My weekends are unique. One substantial outing is my max. When Sunday arrived, I found myself without fresh fruits and vegetables. I eat a healthy diet to minimize inflammation. Lack of preparedness means a trip to the grocery store. As I walked to the store, my legs became weak. Leaning heavily on the cart, I realized they were out of some of what I needed. My Wayfarers on, I made my way through checkout. Sunglasses and a smile mask my otherwise obvious discomfort.
I decided to make my way to an alternate market. Big mistake.
I pushed myself. I ignored the ever-increasing tingling and pain.
I arrived home and crisscrossed my way to the couch. I willed the groceries to put themselves away, but alas, no such luck. As per the norm, my exhaustion affected my foot drop. I stubbed my toe and it began to bleed. My body was angry.
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