Sunday, July 19, 2009
At least, that's what I tell myself. I just have to convince my body.
As I mentioned in my last post, we didn't get home until 3AM yesterday. I admit, I can't remember the last time we were out that late. Yes, during the concert , I was on my feet a bit, dancing to the tunes of my youth, enjoying myself thoroughly. Now, the trip home was less fun. We got the 12:06AM train to Penn Station and then, had to hang out for the 1:18AM NJ Coastline Train which pulled into Middletown at around 2:30AM. BTW, Penn Station at 1AM is interesting people-watching, to say the least. Finally, they announced our train would be departing from Track 2. We make our way down, only to find a completely deserted train, doors shut tight, all lights off. Then an announcement that, oops, we meant Track 3. Back up the stairs and over to Track 3. By this time, my body is starting to let me know that it's way past my bedtime.
Alright, I admit, I didn't get out of bed yesterday until 3PM, and that was only because the dog woke me up. I tried to stand and I couldn't believe how much my body ached. My legs felt like I had WALKED home from NY and my arms felt like I had carried a 10 pound sack of potatoes while doing it. Now, up until a few years ago, I exercised regularly. So, it's a bit disappointing to have my body let me down this way.
Well, I've got the Springsteen show coming up early October; i better start working out now.
Posted by Jersey Girl at 5:28 PM