Saturday, July 16, 2005

Popeye Forearms

Thanks to Jeff putting a packing blanket on the rail I haven't bruised my thigh.
Steve bumped his leg so bad, he had to get a cortisone shot. Ouch!
Since he's recovering, I've been pulling double duty and until my hands had a spasm and my forearms popped.
Now my arms resemble Popeye's, slender wrists big muscles.
Dutchess kneaded lactic acid out of muscles.
Just a bit sore today. But tired, man am I tired.


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