I expected the sore legs. I expected the twinges in my knee. I half expected the spectacular bruise on my sacroiliac compliments of my spectacular fall.
But people, my arms are sore (probably from all the flailing to keep from repeating the bust-a-ass move).
Even my freaking fingers are sore! What's up with that?!
I can't wait to go again!
Loki sez: Let me get this straight: You strapped wheels to your feet. You propelled yourself around on a hardwood floor with said wheels still on your feet. You are surprised that you are sore. How did you humans climb to the top of the food chain?
P.S. Happy Birthday to Jason and the kitty cats!