I ran thirteen miles today, and I can no longer walk in the traditional, two-legged sense of the word.
I’ve foolishly agreed to run in one of those long distance relay races that are very popular right now. After my run today, though, I just sort of creak across the floor. My shoulders shift left and right to move my weight, and my legs refuse to bend. I would say it is a Frankenstein-monster-esque look, but I feel like that would imply some form of intimidating power. Rather, I just look pathetic. Here’s to hoping I can walk tomorrow!
May 2, 2015