Yesterday and today, my legs felt as stiff and sore as if I'd run five miles. I was like, "Really, legs? One crappy 16 minute mile and you're gonna be like this?"
My legs: "We hate you so much. Suffer like we do, torturer!"
Me: "Fine. You want to hurt? I'll give you something to hurt about!"
So after work today, I jogged around the neighborhood next to my bank. My plan was to jog it twice , then head home, for about a 2-mile jog. Still not the 3.1 I need for the quest, but I figured I needed to work my way up to it. It was warmer than Saturday, but not yet to Lut's "You are not jogging in THIS heat" level. A nice breeze and the additional shade in this neighborhood made the climate overall better.
At about 3/4ths through the second lap, I checked my progress. The laps were a bit longer than I remembered, more like .75 miles than .6, according to Cardio Trainer. I wasn't feeling particularly tired. I considered doing a third lap.
My feet: "You need new jogging shoes."
Me: "Yeah, I do." My current jogging shoes are probably a thousand miles past their expiration date.
My feet: "No, really. Or at least wear your good socks. Because OW BLISTERS."
Me: "... fine, fine, I'll head home."
1/3 of the way home:
Feet: "We're not kidding about the blisters. Stop jogging."
Me: "C'mon. Frodo walked to Mordor barefoot!"
Feet: "Frodo walked everywhere barefoot! How big do you want your blisters to be?"
Me: "It's only like another half mile!"
Feet: "ARE YOU PLANNING TO USE US FOR ANYTHING AT ALL TOMORROW? BECAUSE WE WILL MAKE YOU PAY."
Me: [stops jogging]. "Dammit."
So 1.75 miles today, and much easier than Saturday -- probably because the neighborhood near the bank isn't as hilly as near my house. Possibly because I'd eaten real food. I'll get there yet!
Maybe after I get new shoes.
And break them in.