I got a pretty bad cramp in the middle of the night on Saturday night. It was in the leg, when you have no control over the nerves being pulled. I stood up and screamed like crazy, and started rubbing on my calf furiously, hoping it would help. At the back of my mind I knew it was not going to help and it would become better on its own.

After a few painful moments, it became ok, but not good. Enough for me to at least go back to bed.

What’s the deal? It was not too cold either. I should not be cramping at this age!

And there was a second one that came in on Sunday night. This time it was at the back of my ankle. It was not so much a cramp, it was more like a sprain-feel pain. Terrible.