I painted my garage this weekend. It took about four hours on Saturday and another two on Sunday. I figured I could knock it out in a weekend no problem, and I had a tiny bit of help from my husband and children, the former of whom had to work on Saturday.
What was unexpected was how much work it was, how much squatting and lifting of heavy paint cans I had to do, and how SORE I am today. Not just sore in the arms or legs--I'm sore EVERYWHERE. I am walking like Frankenstein and saying "Ow, ow, ow," with every footfall.
I can't help but feel that if I were twenty it wouldn't have been so bad. Am I fooling myself? True, I haven't painted a garage in years (and I still have plans to paint my house, a thought which horrifies me now), but I thought it should feel easier than this, less dramatic and uber painful than it does.
Still, I assume the muscle cramps will fade, and when they do I will have my newly minted garage, painted in storybook colors and looking crisp and clean.
But I am concerned about the muscles . . . I'm wondering if an all day warm bath is out of the question?