I am sore all over. The kind of sore that I wish I had handicap bars in my bathroom to hold onto to sit on the toilet. Also, I feel like someone used my chest and arms as punching bags. But- it hurts so good. It all started on Sunday at a friend’s b-b-q. My super-crazy fit friend, we’ll call her Miss Mighty, perkily asked me to join her for the Murph Challenge on Monday morning at 9:30am. I’m always down for a good take on, particularly when it comes to physical stuff.