I am a fat old lady.
I cannot (or am not willing) to put my body through the rigors I once enjoyed in my youth.
But I have been in pain for 3 days now.
You know what I did?
I sat for 5 ½ hours.
I had breakfast with a friend and it turned into a 5 ½ hour marathon of great conversation.
I enjoyed every minute of it.
Five and one-half hours on a hard wooden chair at a table.
(And yes, I left a big ass tip for hogging the table up all that time.)
I was not in pain while I was sitting there.
I had no warning that my muscles were organizing a campaign of pain.
When I got home I was achy.
By that evening, I was in out-and-out pain.
And I am still in pain.
Ibuprofen doesn’t touch it.
Sleep doesn’t help it.
I could understand if I had done a bunch of exercise, or participated in a dance marathon, or any number of stupid things that I avoid because I know the result will be pain.
My motto is no pain – no pain.
But sitting is something I do a lot of anyhow.
My work requires sitting.
I tend to spend a lot of time just fiddle-farting around on my computer.
My hobbies are sitting-centric.
I have driven (and been driven) many hours in a car.
And, like most people my age, I get stiff if I sit too long without getting up.
But that stiffness goes away quickly. It certainly does not last overnight.
So this is a real mystery to me.
Well, you know what?
Fuck you fat old lady body.
I enjoyed every minute of that conversation and you can’t make me regret it.
You’re not the boss of me.