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I feel kind of dumb, but it took me a while this morning to realize why I was so damn sore. It's not that I fell yesterday (I didn't) or any of the motions involved in curling (like, say, sliding a 44 pound piece of granite down a 146 foot long sheet of ice, aiming it at a 12 foot wide target, or trying to heat up the ice by sweeping a broom on the surface in front of said rock while it's slowing down in order to try and get it as far out of the taget area as possible).
No. What I'm sore from is simply standing, crouching, moving around on a sheet of ice wearing shoes where the sole of one foot is coated in teflon. I'm sore from keeping my balance. And you know, even though I'm sore? I actually feel pretty damn good.
No. What I'm sore from is simply standing, crouching, moving around on a sheet of ice wearing shoes where the sole of one foot is coated in teflon. I'm sore from keeping my balance. And you know, even though I'm sore? I actually feel pretty damn good.