Last week I went out for a short hike in my local park and decided I felt so good I would run a bit.

So I did.

And I fell.

Again.

Fortunately, this time I sustained only a knee scrape, sore hands, and a bruise.

Until I got up the next morning and realized that the impact of my fall had to go somewhere, and it had gone up my arms, into my shoulders and neck, down my back, and basically into every single muscle in my body.

Never have a felt every single day of my age (or even single ounce of my weight!)

It’s Whiny Wednesday. What are feeling sorry for yourself about today?