Freedom!!!!!

Tonight I did Power Yoga. I thought it would be nice to get my muscles warmed up beforehand, so I went for a long power walk/jog along the beach. Unfortunately.....I did not know my body was going to be subject to Medieval torture. While I sit here with aching muscles that I didn't know I had, my mind begins to drift and I lucidly recall the last scene from the movie 'Braveheart'. I have more in common with William Wallace right now than my own mother. I have used what's left of my mental and physical power to fall face first on my bed and debate the choice of taking some pain killers, or having a glass of wine. According to the generic bottle of aspirin it is not good to mix both, so I think I'll go with the wine. That way I'll at least be able to laugh about the whole situation.

Maybe Wallace was laughing in that last scene. Laughter is often confused with crying. Hm.