This, of course, is only the first part of the pain. The next is to come tomorrow morning, when I get out of bed, take those first few steps, and wonder to myself, "Who came in here last night and beat my legs with a two-by-four while I was sleeping?"
Times like this I remember that, all over the country, there are people who pay top dollar to have a personal trainer make their muscles feel the way mine feel right now.
Ah, Catholic Pilates, um, I mean, Stations of the Cross. Gotta love 'em! Now if I could just come up with some devotional that works the abs.