It Is Pitiful,

how out of shape I am.

This is being made known to me as I descend and climb my stairs today, as I go down to the basement and up again in an attempt to get all my laundry finished.

It’s not that I’m out of breath. It is that my quad muscles are screaming at me,

“NO, Crazy, CRAZY person who so enthusiastically did lunges and wall squats while you were waiting in the deserted hallway for your son’s doctor. No! You don’t get to do stairs, now. Haven’t you hurt us enough today?!!”

You know, I think that my quad muscles have forgotten who I am.
How could they?
How could they forget the grand battement?
Have they forgotten the high kicks and the split leaps?

I guess that I’ll have to show them, won’t I? Although, not today. No, today I shall be going up and down the stairs sideways. Oh, yes.

Happy Saturday, y’all!