Soreness

Oh. Man.

I am so sore.

What with Bard Camp and the Viking Soccer Team try-outs, I feel like a bunch of un-cooked spaghetti being forced to move like cooked spaghetti. It's torture.

So, what do we Vikings do to alleviate soreness? Well, I'll tell you.

There are one of three options you may choose should you want to loosen up. The first is simple: rub a bunch of Granny's Beetroot surprise on the sore parts. Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe uses that one often, though I think its just because he has a thing for our local Granny, Hilda the Granny, to be precise. But don't worry: Any granny can work.

The second option is to set up a course much like the first part in the final level of the first Lego Star Wars. It's where you're running over a pit of lava on panels, and the panels fall away in a timely manner, no matter if you even walked on them or not. Remember, the falling panels must fall slowly enough that you don't have to sprint to avoid falling into the lava, but fast enough that you have to put forth some effort to move.

The third and last option is to have a friend whose WOC (weapon of Choice) is a hammer sneak up behind you, knock you out, and poke your unconscious body's brain. As your limp body flails about like tomorrow's sunday, your muscles will gradually loosen and you'll feel great.

Imma gonna go get some Granny's Beetroot Surprise. SInce I'm so desperate for a girl, I suppose Hilda will have to do.

Geez, you weren't supposed to read that, Soren!

Oops, did I type what I was talking again? My bad.

Olaf the BAAAAALD!