That was all great. It was later that day that the realization that I was no longer 18 kicked in. I was aching all over, both arms were covered in bruises, my shoulders felt as if they had been pulled out of their sockets and I had a pulled muscle in my leg that hurt whenever I lifted it up, even for putting on shoes and driving the car. Alan was a little worse for wear too (his bruises were slightly more impressive than mine!).
Come Monday I had big plans, swimming, followed by tennis, then a long run. None of that happened. I woke up, drove Alan to work, emailed my tennis partner to say I was taking a sickie, then I went back to bed for another 2 hours.
My body was coming back together by Tuesday and I was ready to run again properly by Wednesday. My week ended up completely jumbled as usual but I managed to get the important runs done. It was all worth it for having that special Judo experience again.
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