Grew up driving tractors, graduated to a 6-speed now. Of the 3 cars I've owned, 2 have been standards.
Anyway, yesterday I had a SS workout. Did squats, presses, and power cleans. Felt good, did lots of weight (for me). Got home, did some foam rolling and wanted to die afterwards so I thought "ahhh good. Finally done. Now I can sit down, watch this hockey game, and go to sleep."
The phone rings and it's my friend. His hockey team's goalie is sick, and they need me to play. Game starts in an hour. So I agreed and hustled to the rink. My legs were so sore on the ice, and it doesn't help that my playing style consists of a lot of low crouching and side to side slides. Needles to say that any cross-crease saves I would normally have made were turning in to goals pretty quickly.
I was unimpressed with myself.