I’ve been playing a lot of tennis lately — singles, not doubles — and I woke up Monday morning barely able to straighten my right arm. Later that night, Papa started limping after playing Frisbee. She tried not to put weight on her front right leg. Coincidence — or sympathy pain?
Even though I know that my sore arm doesn't preclude running or using the elliptical machine or doing abs, I've taken it easy on my workouts this week. Tonight, I skipped the gym and opted for a nap. Papa joined me. Doesn't she look happy about the extra couch time?
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