Sweet dreams are made of this.

Played kickball at my company picnic yesterday. Muscles hurt in ways I could never imagined today, specifically the tops of my thighs. I don’t really get it – I work out on the elliptical, go walking, and do yoga moves on the balance ball throughout the week. Perhaps the kicking motion…or maybe running the bases?

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Apparently, kickball stirred up some subconscious memories for me because I ended up having a dream about the elementary school I attended in a northwest suburb of Chicago. Not specifically about kickball, about the building and the grounds. About teachers and the principal, about my classmates. Then it just got too weird, as dreams often do.