I am the gimp that stole Christmas

In an effort to prove to no one but my vain self that my fitness level could, in fact, be judged alongside 20 year olds (just keep me away from that 30+ bracket) I totally overdid it on Sunday. Between the Santa Monica stairs and the squats I did in the gym before that, I'm now incapable of walking without uttering an "ow" in tandem with every step I take. I guess that's what happens when muscles are so tight they don't move along with their respective joints. At least it's only my muscles, this time.