A couple we're friends with invited us to a curling tournament for charity this Saturday, and grudgingly, I went. It turns out I had a really terrific time. I haven't had that big a break away from the kids in, well, never. The curling part was a ton more fun than I thought it would be, and the adult conversation complete with dirty jokes and rowdy euchre games (in between games) and pitchers of beer...it was delightful. I didn't want it to end.

But you know when you see curling on tv and it looks sort of non-athletic and kind of easy. Well, that is NOT how it is. I didn't feel the pain until I had been home for a few hours but I have not been able to walk right all day. Ouch. I thought I would be fine since I've been working out at the gym 5-6 days a week since Christmas, including one machine I've affectionately nicknamed the 'thigh killer'. However, I have now found certain thigh muscles that apparently I have never used before in my life. So, excuse me for the evening but I need to get these things into a hot bathtub.