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My arms! Ow!

I woke up yesterday morning to a frozen Chicago and decided that, after sitting in 80 degree heat on a beach in Greece less than a week ago, it was too early to be brave and pull on my winter running kit and do my 3 miles. Originally I thought I'd just move the run to today but a combination of reading runners world on the way home and the fact that I am running the Liver Wellness 5k on Saturday I decided to head to the gym after work with Melissa instead.
Melissa had a Kickboxing class and usually arrives early so that means I have just under an hour and a half at the gym. They have a 110m track on the top floor but I go dizzy if I run too many laps so I beat out 3 miles in 24 minutes and then headed down to use the weight machines for the first time in a long while. I realized in Greece on the beach that I have gradually lost much of the upper body muscle and strength I had in college as a rugby player and vowed to try to get some back. I went through my old workout routine but drastically cut back the weight used. I finished 5 minutes before Melissa's class got out and all was well. In the shower at home I already felt a little stiff and when I woke up this morning it was much worse. I looked like a senior citizen as I struggled to pull my cup and my oatmeal spoon to my mouth. It is always my triceps that ache first, probably due to the fact that it is the smallest muscle worked. Next it will be my biceps, then my shoulders, then my lats and finally tomorrow or Sunday my legs might complain from the legwork I did. Being a regular runner might mean that the legwork doesn't actually cause me any aches but I feel like the other aches are all looming. I didn't do any abwork for no other reason than I didn't feel like I had enough time so at least I'll be spared the humiliation of rolling out of bed sideways!