Week 2, day 2

So I took some time off in between the last walk/jog and this one because the fronts of my legs were hurting. Not in the "Ooo, my muscles are sore because I'm a workout person now," but in the ouch, it feels like I have little fractures on my leg bones, and my muscles are so tight my legs feel like rocks wrapped tightly in skin.

I went to Duluth, my hometown, and did some hiking in my favorite park, Jay Cooke. Maria and I did The Stairs, which are stairs that lead down to the river. I did The Stairs often growing up, but my dad would always run behind me on the way back up, yelling like a drill sergeant. 

Since the flood, The Stairs are almost all wiped away, except for a few slate ones, but I'm super brave and buff so I went for it, skidding down muddy hills and embracing trees all the way down.

Anyway, that story is to prove I wasn't completely lazy as I tried to wait for my legs to stop hurting. 

I went for the second run about a week after the first one, at night and with John, and I gagged a bit on this one, though it had been 4 hours since dinner. I was definitely running out of breath on these little 1.5 minute runs, and I asked John to  watch how I was running and tell me if I was doing something wrong, which might explain why I'm hurting my legs. All he said was "I dunno. Your boobs like nice," so I've got that going for me. 

I feel like I could run better if I weren't gasping for air.