I started ski training this week. I guess I had forgotten how terrible I am at running. Therefore, the first day we went on a run, I was struggling. My legs just wouldn't seem to work with me as they remained at a steady, slow pace. The impact of my feet hitting the pavement sent a jarring impact up my legs with each stride. The crisp air seemed to coat my lungs with a fine layer of ice. My breath fogged the air as I ran, creating a cloud that disappeared just as fast as my energy when it came to running. As I finally plodded back to the school, my feet dragging even as I tried to force them to run faster, I breathed out a gasp of relief. My troubles were over! I soon realized I was wrong. The next morning, as I tried to get out of bed, I knew I was in trouble. My legs were as stiff as metal rods. When I tried to bend them, pain signals blared throughout my body. Wincing, I clambered out of beg and made an attempt to walk. The most I could manage was an awkward shuffle, sliding my feet on the floor so I wouldn't have to lift them. That practice, we ran again. My personal run was more of a lopsided jog. At least the cold numbed my legs, so that the burning of lactic acid was less noticeable. Still, the next morning I was confronted with an even more intense stiffness. Which still lurks in my legs. Hopefully it will be gone by next week, so my running actually resembles...well, running.
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