Rubber jelly legs

Spot the runner?
It was going to be beautiful.  Two runners gliding through the forest, like a pair of elegant Pacific Northwest gazelles, barely disturbing the pine needles underfoot as we flitted up the trail.  I had a blog post drafted and queued up, ready to go.  There was going to be some clever, inspirational, yet trite metaphor about how the act of running is meditation / a journey / a way of tackling life (one pounding step at a time).  And also the perfect way to take in the sights and sounds of a city.

Take note future bloggers of the interwebs, this is not how to write a blog post.

Because all of those well-laid plans (and drafts) went out the window this evening when my legs started screaming at me.  They've really been furiously angry with me since we went on vacation.  Really starting when Siri told me that we were going to accompany her on a few training runs.  Since those runs started edging their way uphill.  And around the track a few times.  But they really started protesting once we hit the trails by the gorges.  You know, those hikes that seem engineered for mountain goats and not real live people?  And when we got to the Oneonta Falls and had to clamber over a naturally occurring jungle gym made of fallen tree trunks suspended over a creek bed, they up and quit.  And I fell.

It didn't help that Siri then spent the next five minutes laughing at me instead of helping me up.  And that there were tons of other people around, including small children.  So now my legs look like they've shaken hands, high-fived, and bumped fists with a baseball bat.  The bruises are literally black and purple; the scratches are livid red (and hopefully not infected).  It's oh-so-attractive in shorts.  To add insult to injury, tonight I scraped the skin off of them from an extra long riding lesson.  It's disgusting and my legs *excuse my language* now hurt like a bitch.

So the moral of the story is don't abuse your legs.  Because they have to take you places and stuff.  Yep, I'm on my way to writing some great American literature.

Comments

  1. Have you seen those 26.6 bumper stickers all those marathoners have? My favorite? "0.0 I don't run." That's what this post makes me think. Time to invest in one of those bumper stickers. ;)

    And your whole "go read this thing" says you've read "A Wilder Life." Need to go read that post. I loved that book. :) Happy Weekending Dear!

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  2. Oh my word! I just now spotted the runner. Ha! That's awesome. I'm terribly sorry for your legs, but still excited for your great American novel.

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  3. Gah, you poor thing!! Get thee some A+D ointment for the cuts, if they're already scabbing over. Otherwise, some doctor-strength neosporin? I feel like maxi skirts will be your friend for the new few weeks ;) xo

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  4. Oh god. That sounds absolutely awful!! Well rest up and take care of your poor abused stems! And some pain reliever (possibly in the form of desserts and movies? :) )

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  5. Oh no, that sounds horrible. And like something that would happen to me as well! Hope your legs will stop hurting soon! <3

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  6. Aww, sorry that happened! I'd probably face plant into some deer poop so you did good :).

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  7. I can understand why you anticipated a showing of athletic grace. That is your typical result. ;). Your poor legs. All that anise to their exterior. At least they're toned and strong. That sure beats the alternatives.

    PS - Rubber jelly? I know that's not what you meant, but gack!!! That has to be worse than mint jelly.

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  8. Not "anise"...it should read "abuse"!!! That's what autocorrect does when you start the word with an S instead of an A.

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  9. Hmmm...anise...jelly...maybe I'm hungry. :)

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  10. Yikes! I hope your legs start feeling back to normal soon. Props to you for keep on keepin' on thought, even after your legs protested.

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  11. lol... oooops. I'm not laughing at you. not at all. just laughing in general. your writing cracks me up :) I hope you feel better again soon xoxo

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  12. oh dear!! have a speedy recovery, your legs. xx

    Katrina Sophia

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  13. get well!! im also a little hesitant as i love running on treadmill but when i get off my knees are hot and red... everytime lol.


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  14. Ouchie! I had a mental image of you and Siri gliding through the forest "like a pair of elegant Pacific Northwest gazelles" and then well, not so elegant gazelles. I hope you legs are feeling less bitch like. Can you wear jeans now?

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  15. Oh no, hope they get better soon! Though it did make a good blog post :)

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  16. Ouch!! At least it was pretty while you were trying to destroy your legs....

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  17. oh ouch! i hope they heal up real soon. i haven't been running in forever. i'm itching to go. i used to just hit the treadmill but now that i don't have a gym to go to it's really hitting the pavement. i don't know how i'll take to it but perhaps i'll end up liking it. :)

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  18. i am so glad to hear that you made it to the gorge. though it doesn't sound as though it was very enjoyable : / yikes, your poor legs. i hope you are feeling a bit better, if not maybe a little neosporin and ice will help.

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