Turns out, my legs have been just waiting to turn 30 years old. They have been astounding me with their normalcy after an 11.03 mile trail run, and then a 6 mile run the following day.
(Oh, quick trail run recap: I got lost, s e r i o u s l y. I called my husband a little panicked. First he laughed, then he told me to keep turning right. I told him I was, he said then go left! Oh. I finally found my way out onto familiar trails, ran into some
killer turkey, but made it out alive, obviously).
uh…LEGS? Where is the revolt? I expect revolt. Where is the punishment? Why isn’t something hurting? Something should hurt. I’m beginning to worry that I’m not worried about my limbs.
It’s like I should have signed up for Rails to Trails Marathon again! (Not)(???)
Oh hush, NOT.
My thirty year old healthy legs remind me of a statement I made in a post last December:
“I will finish 2011 stronger than I’m starting it“
I’d say I’m headed that way. Stronger, smarter, and maybe a tad more patient. This is great, considering the year is almost over. The excitement of healthy and happy legs made me impulsively take the first step in making my spring marathon babble real. I hit the “register” button. It’s on.