Sweet sweet pain

I am in pain. Please ignore my groans. Please don't look at my face because I can't hide it very well.

It hurts so very much. It hurts when I sit down, and then it hurts again when I stand up. It hurts when I walk up steps but it hurts even more when I walk down them.

I go to sleep at night and I forget the pain. And then I get up in the morning and it is there to greet me, sharply. It never quite goes away.

I thought it would fade, but instead it got steadily worse. They didn't warn me. They didn't tell me that it would feel like someone took a baseball bat and beat me with it. They didn't tell me that I would feel broken for days afterwards.

They say that if you fall off the horse you need to get back on again. And I fully intended to. They say it gets easier with time.

But then I was busy. Then I fasted. Then I was weak after the fast. The pain is still here, ever-present, and I just can't bring myself to....

The sweet sweet evil pain of a first work-out. Oh how I hate thee so.