I. Hurt.
My haunches and the part of my thighs above my knees are killing me, especially when I’ve been sitting or lying down for more than 20 minutes or so. That is to say nothing of stairs.
I’m trying to make sure this doesn’t cloud my motivation to try again Wednesday. The last time I was in post-run agony (maybe five years ago), my friend Tim told me that the pain meant I just needed to get out there and do it again, as soon as possible. Then again, Tim was a masochist when it came to stuff like this. He ran a marathon just to prove he could do it while smoking a pack a day.
Imagine if I smoked. Holy hell.
