On Wednesday, I managed to pull a muscle in my back. By the end of the night, sitting down and standing up again required careful negotiation. Major ouch. So I slept with the heating pad and consumed 800mg of vitamin I. The next day I was sore. Work was really unpleasant. More ibuprofen was consumed. But by the end of the day, I'd moved enough to start working it out a bit. Rick rubbed my back just before bed. This morning, I woke up feeling very much recovered. I could put my shoes on without wincing, so this was major progress from the day before. Add to that Joan's Dance Fitness class, and oh boy do I feel better now. Taking one more dose of ibuprofen with lunch, but otherwise, I'm so glad to be recovering quickly. Wednesday night after King's Head, I was feeling every one of my 31 years. Now I'm feeling like at least I'm in decent enough shape to be able to recover from such things promptly. And Joan's class is a wonder of stretchy goodness.