I went for a very long walk yesterday. By "very long," I mean I walked out the door at six and straggled back in, footsore and hungry, sometime after
nine. To be fair, some of that time was spent was spent
playing with a kitty, but most of it was spent walking back home. I ended up taking the long route because the furry wonder wouldn't stop following me and the highway traffic was freaking him out. So I took a side road. Then some farm dogs managed to tree the cat and I had to help him down, figuring that the dogs wouldn't bother me (and they didn't) but they might harass the cat if he got down later.
And when I finally arrived back home, I got to finish my classwork! *falls down dead of fatigue* Everything got submitted in timely fashion regardless. The current week's work isn't ready yet, so I have break and have been running around the intarwebs, trying to get caught up. So far I'm doing well.
I still hurt all freaking over. I'm pretty sure I dehydrated myself in my sudden burst of physical activity, so I've been chugging water whenever it crosses my mind. It seems to help a little. The Aleve, meanwhile, helps a lot.
Should I state again that I'm not one for common sense, or does it go unspoken by now? I'm never sure.
