There's nothing quite like crawling through mud, kneeling on rocks, and slamming against trees for cover, all while being shot at, to remind you of every muscle that you normally don't use.  Even quite a bit of drinking later that night didn't really dull the pain.  So it goes without saying that I spent yesterday recovering from Saturday.  I have a feeling that I won't be getting out of my cube very much today, seeing as how every time I do, I make noises that either sound like I'm dying, or I'm sexually harassing someone.