I remember when I liked the feeling of sore legs. When I was in high school, it was like a secret trophy. Sometimes, after a particularly strenuous cross country workout, I’d lay in bed at night tensing and relaxing my legs. They hurt, but I loved it. It was an accomplishment I could really feel.
Now? I just feel old and stupid. “Ouch,” I said quietly as I climbed the stairs at work today. My right calf muscle felt like a hard ball inside my leg.
It’s my own fault. I forgot to stretch yesterday after 5 miles. That’s right. I forgot. I was so eager to get in the car and get home, it completely slipped my mind. Last night, I got up from the couch and suddenly remembered … that I forgot.
I did nothing in the way of training today. I’m taking a rest day and watching The Biggest Losers run. But really, I have NaNoWriMo work to do. Tomorrow’s another day!