Paying the price

Every two years or so, I get the ridiculous notion to get in shape. Which means I put on my running gear, rediscover that I still in fact remember how to run, feel really good about myself all day, and then the next day pay the price. In the form of searing quadricep pain that leaves me hobbling down stairs and holding on to the walls for dear life when, well never mind. The run was actually really nice after the first minute or so of rediscovering my stride. And I actually managed to run the entire course that I had mapped out for myself (admittedly only a little over a mile and a half). Now if I can just carve out two mornings or evenings a week for my twenty minute jog, I will be in business.