I mentioned yesterday that it feels like some little man with a pitchfork poked me in my legs all night because they hurt like the dickens. Well, it's an unwritten rule that whatever thought you may have, no matter how outlandish it may seem, someone else has had the exact same thought and made it public through the internet. My google search of little man poking me in the legs yielded a moving spiritual that soothes my soul when I sing it to my aching quadriceps.
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