Muscle woes

I've always found this commercial hilarious, the one where the man's feet were so tired and overworked that they detached themselves (without blood and gore) and threatened to jump off a building. An Osim commercial, I think.

I'm pretty sure my arm's feeling the same way, I can feel like it's trying to pull away from me and go find a masseuse or something. Okay, not really, but it pretty much feels like it would if it could. I guess I've been overworking it. Heavier bags. That two-week training. General preference to use right hand than the left (duh, right-handed). And the attitude of go all the way now, worry later. I'd bend my wrist in an awkward position to reach something in my bag, feel the strain, worry for a second, assure myself ah it's only for awhile, and just go ahead. I'd lean on it, probably too much.. and then worry later.

Whatever the cause, my right arm's sore. Maybe it's not that bad actually, but in the cold cold office climate, it's definitely exaggerated no matter what. I feel the need to laugh it off because it kinda feels just like the kind of soreness when we laugh too hard. The next closest description would be the M cramps.. Ohh, well, those are much worse.

And now I really see, dear Hazel, that it IS almost impossible not to use the right hand. I could try to use my left hand more, but then give me double the amount of time to complete the task.

Anyway it's like my muscles went on a serng mueh feast. I really need to move around more (read: exercise). Or better, Lindy again.