I am aware that it is November 14, and that Christmas shouldn’t be chafing my butt already. But it is. It seems that each year the Christmas stuff gets put out earlier and earlier, and that everything is more expensive. It also seems that every person has more stories of Christmas Gone Wrong.
You won’t find that here. I won’t put up a cheesy Christmas themed layout until at least December 20th, if I do at all. You won’t be accosted by carols on this site.
And honestly? I won’t even talk about Christmas shopping. Because as of 7 pm tonight? I’ll be completely done. I have most of my gifts ready to be wrapped, all laid out on our spare bed, safely out of reach of the cats. But, I didn’t write this post to talk about my presents, all ready for wrapping with price tags removed.
My pain isn’t an emotional one. It isn’t about how we dropped hundreds of dollars yesterday. It isn’t even about how much of a pain all the crowds are.
No, this pain is about my legs. Dear sweet sweet peapods, my legs are KILLING me! I am far more tired than I have been from my hardest workouts. My legs hurt more today then any time after I’ve run – even when I was running 10 Km’s. My calves, my shins AND my thighs hurt. My back is fine, but even my arms are fatigued. I can’t believe how much of a sissy I am. Serious sissy.
So that is what Christmas Pain means to me. Now, I am going to go finish my day, stop one last time at the mall, then go home and watch my dvr’d copy of The Class.