Sick of Being Sore

Woke up this morning. Tried to get out of bed. Hobbled to the bathroom. Grabbed some ibuprofen. Gimped downstairs. Took my ibuprofen and my vitamins and whatnot. Limped to the phone and called in to work. Gimped back upstairs and fell into bed, where I slept for another four hours. Sure, now I only have two days of PTO left to last through the beginning of September, but I'm OK with that.

I'm enjoying aikido. I just wish I didn't get so damned sore afterward. Maybe then I could do multiple classes in a week, and improve faster. I must've been doing *something* right on Monday, though, because now *everything* is sore. I swear. Even my toes. Quads, hamstrings, ass, back, shoulders, triceps, biceps... my abs aren't sore, and my calves aren't sore. Every other major muscle group I can think of *is* sore. Which is amazing to me. And frustrating, because I wanted to go to class today, but I can barely get around. If I can't even kneel comfortably in seiza, and I can barely get up out of a chair, how the hell am I supposed to let myself be flung around and fling other people around? And do somersaults rolls for God knows how long (until I get it right)?

The Basics Seminar on the 21st is SO going to kick my ass. All day at the dojo? Lordy. But I'm still looking forward to it.