It’s the second day of January, and I can barely walk.
No, this is not a two-day hangover.
It’s the residual effects of starting over gym for maybe the fourth or fifth time in the last 10 years.
This last break from the gym was due to long-lasting rehabilitation effort for a dislocated shoulder during a rousing game of 16-inch softball in Chicago.
By rehabilitation effort, I mean avoidance of anything and everything that caused even a hint of pain to my right shoulder.