Or so it would seem after this week's round. I auditioned (unsuccessfully) for a musical. The dance combo included a little sequence in which you came down on one knee, then reversed and came down on the other. Repeat that sequence several times, with quads that are not used to having to work that hard, and it's no wonder that I wobbled out to my car afterwards. In fact, my quads didn't stop swearing at me until yesterday; musta gotten tired of it, though they still mutter a lot, especially when I go up or down stairs. In an effort to ease my seized-up muscles, I made myself take the stairs instead of the elevator, get up more often to top up my water, or take the longer route when going from point A to point B.
However, it seems I still managed to do something wrong. Thursday I noticed I was getting an occasional twinge up (or down?) the back of one leg. By yesterday, it was much more pronounced (woke me up at 4:30 a.m.!) and pretty nearly constant, so that I was afraid I might have torn something. My doctor told me it was my back (!); turns out I managed to give myself sciatica!
Now I've got a set of back exercises and stretches I need to do, recommendation for a body pillow, and orders to swim. First, though, I've gotta find out where all the local pools are, what their hours are, whether any have an adults-only swim period... Today I got as far as picking up a flyer from the (outdoor) pool that holds a Saturday farmer's market (where I also got some lovely veggies). Maybe I'll go back tomorrow and actually swim, or at least walk in the pool.