Monday, May 13, 2013

Angry Legs

Posted by Reverend Ref + at 7:19 PM

Mrs. Ref was off to visit her mother last week, so I had lots and lots of alone time.

Yesterday, Sunday, after lunch and my usual post-service nap, I decided this was the day to start running in preparation for the upcoming football season (it's closer than you think -- really).

So I threw on a pair of my new ref shoes and headed off to the local football field.

Just to be clear, this was not the first time I got off the couch.  I've been riding my bike on a regular basis.  I ride an 11 mile circuit in just over 45 minutes, and keep pushing myself to break the 45-minute time.  Haven't been able to do that so far.  And I do a 15-mile circuit in about an hour (haven't actually timed that one).

But my legs are angry with me as they are continually reminding me that running, not to mention football-specific running, is not like riding a bike.

On the plus side, I can still walk today; which hasn't always been the case as my brain has often told my body, "Oh sure, you can do this . . ."

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2 comments:

Lady Anne | 3:53 PM, May 15, 2013  

Oh, yes. The days I hop out of bed and the old brain says "today we'll sort the summer/winter clothing, and then mop the kitchen floor, and then we'll eat lunch". And the bod says something along the lines of "you talkin' to ME?"

Reverend Ref + | 5:52 PM, May 15, 2013  

At least your body tells you up front. Mine waits until the day after and says, "What the HELL were you thinking???"

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