Well, I'm fairly certain I've been sorer than I am today, although my quads are screaming bloody murder when I attempt stairs. I WILL say that I've never had my big toes get sore before, but I guess when you consider how many times I pushed off over 26+ miles, that just makes sense. Still, that seems like an odd place to get sore.
This morning, I had Benjamin pick up something off the floor for me because my quads just screamed too loudly to let me squat down. It reminds me of being pregnant, when one of my worst fears was dropping something that I'd have to bend over and pick up. The main difference this time is that, by mid week, the worst should be over. I'll take that over being knocked up any day.
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