friday night we continued our social trend for the week with a get-together with two other couples who own units in our building.  we met up around 17:30 at the unit a couple floors down.  i made richmond’s spinach artichoke dip, which was a huge hit.  there was also salad and pizza.  we drank wine, we ate, and we enjoyed great conversation.  unfortunately, sometime close to midnight i must have had one glass of wine too many because this was when i came to the inexplicable decision that dancing was a good idea.  hey, the other two ladies were doing it and appeared to be having a great fun.  so i joined in.  and anyone who knows me knows what a terrible idea this was.  i am SO not a dancer.  so my legs that were already aching a bit from the thursday bridge run got abused.  i really think that they would have recouped for this weekend’s runs if i hadn’t had such a lapse in judgement.  but my uncoordinated flailing, which i tried to pass off as dancing, was the proverbial straw.  yesterday morning i woke up and i hurt.  like pain my legs have NEVER felt before.  from the knees down, they just throbbed like crazy.  i spent the day popping advil, slathering on biofreeze, and keeping my legs elevated on the couch.  last night we went to the hot tub which felt nice.  i almost thought i’d be able to do the run this morning but they were back to throbbing when i woke up again.  today has been much the same as yesterday.  i smell like a geriatric.  i look like a cripple when i hobble around.  and it’s been three days since i got any kind of activity.  *sigh*  i guess i’m just paying the price for making friends.