heavy legs.

you know that feeling when the weight in your legs dosen't dissolve after the required pain staking warm up? When it feels like someone has poured molasses in the eight inches around your ankles and it takes every ounce of mental and physical strength to lift one foot after another? That was today.

Perhaps it was the onset of a grey and rainy day (a more realistic version of the encroaching winter then the blue bird fall days that the weekend presented) but my morning run was like wading through cement. The afternoon proved more fruitful with a rain soaked sprint around the Cooper River. Something about the river, the boathouse, the damp air, convinced my muscles that late afternoon was an appropriate time to wake up.

Better late then never.