Wow. I can barely move. Today is actually better than yesterday, but good god do I hurt.
Now, for those of you who've known me for awhile, you know that I've always been athletic so it always comes as a bit of a surprise when I actually have sore muscles. I'm usually in pretty good shape and only feel sore when I play a new sport (the first tennis game each spring always kills me) or if I injure myself. But since I've been slacking, my body is rebelling.
Right now my abs are the worst. I'm not sure if it was the big-boy push-ups I did or what, but I can't seem to sit up from a lying position. (Very stressful while sitting in a beach chair.) After the running yesterday morning, Ibis and I went to the beach with my dad where we played a bit of soccer, volleyball, and walked another mile or two. Today I'm moving as little as possible. He, of course, also swam several miles and is at the gym again today, crazy boy.
Now for the snake. We were in the ocean hitting the volleyball back and forth, during which time he spiked one in my belly when I wasn't looking. After I got him back, we called it quits and were heading back to shore when I stepped on something smooth and slithery. I screamed and leapt into the air, only to step on it again, and I think I levitated at point until I was safely on dry land.
There was a couple nearby who'd been watching something in the water, and they smiled and told Ibis what I'd stepped on. It took a moment for him to translate, but finally he looked at me and said, "snake."
After a few convulsions, I went back to the safety of my chair and didn't move again for several hours. I'm not sure how soon I'll be going back in the ocean.
Have you ever stepped on something creepy?