The walking wounded

Today I ended up taking a trip to the production facility. Everybody just wanted to assure themselves that they weren’t the only ones in abject pain from our little game on Friday. No overwhelming sense of machismo here – there was a desperate need of affirmation that our being out of shape was not a unique predicament. Fortunately I can now scale even the longest of staircases without wincing at every step. Maybe I’ll actually stretch a little before we play again.