Ow

My back has been seized up since Wednesday last week. My legs hurt. My shoulders hurt. My arms hurt. My knees too, I discovered walking up the stairs today.

And I'm so tired. I'm supposed to be working today, but I was nearly falling asleep over my keyboard. This, after 12 hours sleep last night.

The reason?

Exercise.

And not even very strenuous exercise, just a few brisk walks up and down through the vineyards, a few sit ups and leg lifts, and a very few push ups.

True, I've been doing this each day since last Saturday week*, alternating the walks with the muscle work, but still, it's not exactly a tough fitness regime by any means. And nothing like what I used to do, pre-kids, as a matter of routine.

This exercise is supposed to improve my life, not leave me feeling this achingly old. And not worsen my caffeine intake, either. If I don't feel better soon I fear I'm going to develop a paracetamol habit too.

Maybe at 90 I'll happy to have an extra few months left to live (12 to be exact, the last time I calculated it), but at this point I'm sorely (ha!) tempted to trade them in for my 100% sedentary life when I felt fine.

When do the endorphins kick in...?

* Well, I skipped 3 days after pulling a back muscle so severely I could barely move. Note that it just went and pulled by itself, not while I was even doing anything. Stupid age.