Legs are funny things

ORN: I ran 3.0 miles today in 32'23". It was a warm, overcast day, but what really slowed me down were my legs.

Legs are funny things because if you are a runner, and your legs don't want you to run, then you are no longer a runner. You are a loser taking the fail-bus back to the locker room. Then comes the crying and the self-abuse. That's what happened to me yesterday. I was all set to run a fiver at lunchtime, but my legs weren't having it. Everything from my thighs down to the soles of my feet screamed at me to go back inside, read a Green Lantern comic book, nuke and eat my frozen entree, and try running again some other time.

Today was a little better. My legs were still stiff and sore, but I could at least run without wincing in pain with every step. I hobbled along for a mile and a half and turned around. It was slow, but I could go no faster than I did. I thought about going farther, or perhaps running again after work today, but I think I will save it for tomorrow. I want to do ten tomorrow morning, but I don't want it to kill me.

I've been thinking about increasing my cross training. I haven't been doing any cross training lately, but I have been doing a whole lot of thinking about it. I really need to find the gumption and time to do SOMETHING. Runner Susan's leg torture videos have been making me feel ashamed and inadequate.