My feet hurt, my legs hurt and my shoulders can't even lift my arms above my head. But for some strange reason I look forward to my Monday nights. I look forward to limping around the kitchen making my dinner and flopping myself on the couch to inhale my food. I look forward to it because I know what is coming next...
After this place of bliss I float myself off to bed where I snooze without stirring until my alarm goes off to get ready for my next 6am start. I do have to admit though getting out of bed on Tuesday morning is the hardest part of my week. I swear I could sleep for a week. The best part though is that my muscles don't have that intense soreness. Don't get me wrong they are still sore but in a dull reminder way.
Hope you find your little place of bliss.