So last night I thought I'd be smart and swim laps (gently) at the gym. While I swam laps (40 minutes worth) everything felt so good. I couldn't do the Australian crawl the whole time, so I alternated with back, breast, and side strokes. (Gosh, sounds dirty, huh?) Thought the gentle stretching would be helpful. Then I sat in the huge Jacuzzi and stretched out the muscles some more. The good news is that the doc said that's exactly what she would have done. The bad news is that everything hurt worse this morning.
After the gym I was speaking to Russ on the phone, and Beata called me on the other phone. This popularity craze is kind of fun. Jill should have called at the same time, and I would have felt like a celebrity.
As far as my injured bod, I just need to be patient, and not exercise for a few days. So I think I'll drink beer instead.