That'll teach me to get some exercise. Seriously, I hobbled down the stairs this morning. It reminds me of when I decided, the day before I went to America for the summer, that I was looking a bit stout about the legs (in retrospect, what the fuck was I thinking? I weighed about seven stone! But anyway) and should "do some exercises". So I did some badly executed pliés before heading off to bed.
The next day I could barely put two feet in front of the other. And I had to get on a plane, go to America, and walk around Boston for about an hour looking for the hostel where we were spending our first few nights. Carrying a bag so large and heavy (I had packed about four pages of shoes and a shelf full of books) that I could only put it on my back with the help of two friends. It was not fun.
So although all the muscles in my thighs seem to have siezed up, I suppose it could be worse.