Yesterday, it started with the outside of my glutes hurting. My lower back then joined in, and hours later, I noticed the right side of my neck hurts whenever I look left, as if I slept wrong. Mr. W attempted to rub out some of the soreness last nite but couldn’t do anything because any sort of pressure, no matter how light, sent me into pained jerks and yelps. This morning, my eyes and ribs right under my arms hurt as well. I think I’m febrile. I also think the pain is so deep that it’s actually my organs that are hurting in addition to all the muscle soreness. I feel my kidneys, intestines, and definitely my lungs. I’ve started coughing, and the expansion of the diaphragm and lungs even in a deep breath makes me want to draw myself in to escape the pain. That doesn’t work, by the way. I just have to endure the symphony of polyphonic pain as all layers of my body scream in cacophonous unison.

“Is this an aging thing?” I asked my reporter.
“No, it’s the combination of your return to jujitsu, your return to running, your harder workouts, lack of sleep, and PMS because your body’s so sensitive to any sensation of pain this week.”
Or maybe I have West Nile virus.

It’s a good thing Diana will be in today to have lunch with me and the judge; guilt-free excuse to skip the workout at noon.