Back to bed...

I was thinking about going to the exercise class again this morning.  I thought they would REALLY die of shock if I showed up two days in a row!!  I still was feeling pretty good last night before I went to bed - so I thought that maybe I could make it.

Well, I was wrong.

I got up at 4:30 because PK started crying.  I thought "if I run and put his binkers back in, he probably will go back to bed."  So I jumped out of bed, took off running to his room, put his binkers back in, he fell right back to sleep, I fell right back to a deep sleep and woke up in time to go to exercise class.  Aren't you proud?!?!

Oh wait... I'm sorry - that's what was SUPPOSED to happen.  What really happened was... I jumped out of bed to go to PK's room, took one step, felt my calves collapse under me and ended up right back in bed.  Yep - I collapsed back in bed.  I actually started laughing.  My calves hurt SOOOOOO bad.  Usually when I work out a muscle, the whole thing feels sore.  Not this time!  My calves both felt like they have torn in two with a big, huge, PAINFUL rip up the middle. 

Yes, I managed to hobble into PK's room for the binkers and yes, I managed to hobble back to bed for more sleep.  But nope, I most definitely didn't make exercise class this morning.  I couldn't move!!!!  So, back to bed I went - and I stayed there for a LONG time!!!!!  I tried to hold still... as... much... as... possible...!!  (Wait, don't breathe... that will make my legs move....)

I figured I would blame the teacher and put it off as punishment to her making me hurt so bad!  ha ha.  Yeah, cause I KNOW she's really sad and depressed that I'm not there...... :)