I know I'm no longer twenty-something, and haven't been twenty-anything for a tad over a decade. I'm still adjusting to the reality of it.
Had I been fully adjusted (and responsible), I would have done a wee bit more exercise while at VP. Sure, I took a few walks. Ran kata in the basement when no one else was in there. Stretched. That's about it.
Then I came home. Monday, I taught karate for two hours and trained for another hour. Tuesday I trained for two hours. Sensei had me "catch up" on a few drills I'd missed the week before. Yesterday I worked with two personal training clients then taught karate and trained.
My legs hurt today. They're not a little sore or a little tight. They frickin' hurt. In about half an hour, I'll hobble to the car and drive to yet another karate class. Because I'm just that