Too Tired to Rumble (or even Mumble)

Cathy and I ran stadium stairs tonight.
Ouch.
There will be little blogging tonight. Even my fingers are exhausted.
I'm glad tomorrow's a yoga day. Cathy was saying how she prefers running and aerobics and such.
But I'll take a downward dog and some lavender oil on my wrists. I prefer forms of exercise that incorporate a quick nap.
This is the first time I've ever ran stadium stairs and I probably should have known it could be trouble, because I saw that one episode of Lost.
I don't actually watch Lost. I just listen to Heather recount episodes which is more fun and less confusing. (Although she is miffed at this last season and I may have to do my own viewing in the future.)
But I did catch part of one episode where Cute-Doctor-Guy was running stadium stairs and hurt himself and got some mumbo jumbo talk about miracles from Cute-Australian-Guy. A few minutes later it was flashforward and they were all on some freaky island and the formerly cute Australian, now all bearded and bug-eyed, had knife (or was it gun?) to the neck of friend of C.D.G.
Obviously stadium stair climbing can lead to some untoward results.
But, in this case, I'm hoping that it merely leads to really strong quadriceps that can power me along the John Muir Trail.