Pain

Feels like I'm living on Pain Avenue.  My quadriceps hurt.  My abdominal muscles hurt.  My biceps and triceps hurt.  My ham strings hurt. My deltoids hurt.  Movement hurts.  Nigel started me off on the treadmill yesterday.  Started at a 6.0 gradient at a 2.5 speed.  I think I looked away and  then back and noticed he had upped my speed to 2.9.  He starts chatting with me about his iPhone.  Chatting away and I'm doing ok.  He's like, "How yuh legs feelin'?"  I'm like, "Good!"  He responds "Good!" and ups the speed to 3.0  Huh?  What?  I told you I was good.  He keeps talking about his iPhone. I'm starting to sweat.   He gets a call, "Ah comin' back eh."  So I'm like, "So just keep doing this?  Walking?" "Yeah, look at the screen. Yuh have a 30 minute walk and yuh only have 10 more minutes."  "Oh. Ok. Good".  " And since you're good...."  He reaches over and ups the gradient to 7.5 and walks away.  "What the...?"   Ok, so now I'm pumping my legs and breathing real heavy.  The sweat starts to drip.  5 minutes later he comes back.  He stands to the side... watching me, drenched in sweat, huffin' and puffin'... I'm just waiting for him to ask me how I'm doing... just waiting.... but he doesn't.  He looks at my face, "Oh oh!  Ah workin' yuh hard?  Nigel makin' yuh work, huh?"  I thought I heard sympathy in his voice.  I relax slightly and I huff out, "Yeah..."  "Yeah," he agrees and ups the gradient to 8.0 and the speed to 3.2. "Yuh almost done."    I grab on to the bars and walk an incline I've never encountered before on a treadmill. "Yuh eh dyin'" Nigel informs me from the side, "Yuh doin' good." and starts to chat about his recent trip to DC.  If I wasn't breathing hard like a water buffalo, I would've told him to shut up.