There are times in life when one doesn't mind having sore thigh muscles. You know, if you've worn them out "having fun", for example.
Yes, I'm using "having fun" as a euphemism for sex. You're fast. ;)
However, if you don't have the lovely memory of that, then you're left with sore thighs and bugger all else. Not so nice.
Moral of the story? If, once upon a time, you managed to severely hurt your thighs by trying to recreate a move* from Madonna's "Hung Up" video (and failed dismally) to the extent that you were in pain for three days afterwards . . . do not, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, try the same move again. EVER!!!
I don't know WHY I decided it would be a good idea to try this out again in my friend's flat on Saturday night, it was just one of those stupid drunken notions I guess. But now I can barely walk, certainly can't navigate stairs without wincing constantly with the agony of it all . . . at the risk of going a bit T.M.I. on your ass, even trying to lower myself onto the toilet seat is more than a little painful. (It's funny the things you take for granted until they hurt so much, eh?)
Plus it's a little embarrassing that people automatically assume you must have been involved in the 10K or half marathons the day before and THAT'S why you're sore. Trying to explain "No, actually I'm just an idiot who can't dance" caused a bit of a red face more than once today.
Hmmm. Perhaps I should just have lied . . .
* If you want to know the move I'm referring to, go here - it's around about 4:45 into the song . . .