It Was An Octopus

It's funny how when I take one day off from running, my body acts like it's been weeeeeeks since I last ran and that it's nearly impossible to get going again.  ONE DAY!  I started my run this evening and I felt like, as ESPN commentators once spoke of Casey Clausen trying to run the football, "an octopus falling out of a tree."  Truly, I'm not sure I could have possibly felt more awkward. 

It took me a mile and a half to ditch the octopus tentacles.  Only to pick up half a ton of bricks to distribute between my feet.  The bricks tagged along for an additional 2 miles.   Finally, my body remembered how to run like a normal personal with a mile and a half to go.  I finished my 5 mile octopus run in 48 minutes. 

I saw some pretty horses today and a Lot of smiling runners (while Super refreshing an appreciated, I can't help but want to stop those Smiling crazies runners and ask them What In the WoRld they are smiling about!)  They know something I don't.  I'm GOING to figure it out!

....Maybe.