I am not a teenager.

It's true. I'm not. My body has aged quite a bit since I was, too. Ok. Maybe not as much as some people, but I'm only 30. Today, my body feels like I'm about 55, and tried to keep up with grandkids or something. I am sore. This is what happens. You can't really avoid it. Unless you're Michael Jackson. Scary.

I'm running late this morning. Mostly because I'm too sore to move quickly. My back hurts too much. We're presently counting on a combination of drugs and heating pad to make today livable. Just waiting for the stuff to kick in.

Here's to the miracles of science!