After the January that practically killed my family, I finally got to go to the gym Saturday. I worked my legs. They felt alright that day. Then Angela and I played DDR Max that night. At some point during the evening, my calves started hurting, not so much while I was dancing, but more during the breaks. So we kept going. It was fun, but now I'm paying the price. I feel like my calves are ripping apart everytime I move them, including when I walk.