It's been a few hours since I wrote that last post and it's been nagging at me. So I went back and re-read it and figured out that I never completed my original thought, which was this: all that working out in the gym never bothered me, but painting for one day has laid me out. Flat. I have pain in places I didn't know existed on my body. Hands, arms, legs, feet, back, neck. Everything hurts. And it's affecting my ability to think. Sorry for the miscommunication.
Be thankful ~