Happiness of Sore

Twenty minutes ago, I was ready to write "happiness of cardio."  I had just returned from a rousing 4-mile walk in the early evening sunlight, surrounded by joggers, bikers, and dogs.

Now, however, I have to title it the happiness of sore.  Ugh.  With warm, sunny weather arriving so late this year, I was delayed in the start of my outdoor workouts.

Thanks to this challenge, I will not groan.  I will not moan.  I will not complain, nor flop on the sofa.

I will be happy.

(I hear every one of you laughing.)
 ~Paloma

I know that the tinge in my back is from a baby. Holding a baby, picking up a baby, leaning over to wipe up the mess of a baby! The question is, how much can I possibly bring myself to mind?
There is a beautiful baby, you all have seen her in other posts, and I couldn't ask for a more pleasant subject to babysit.
However... there's nothing wrong with flopping on the bed right now :)! ~Beth