My legs? Tight. That's what they were.
Because it was my first
run wog in far, far too long.
And I see-sawed between liking it and hating it the entire time.
While I wogged along, I thought:
Where did my former running self go? Am I really the same girl who has run 2 marathons and handfuls of half marathons? Why have I had such a stop-start (mostly stop) relationship with running for the last 1.5 years? What's happened to me? Where did I go?
I don't know.
But I'm trying to find that girl again.
So if you're ever in my neck of the woods and you notice a wogging turtle slogging merrily (or not so merrily) along, it's most likely me. Feel free to give me a friendly honk, a fist bump or just raise your hand in a power to the running people wave.
I'm going to need it.
*Said in my best Seinfeld "Well, heellllllllooooooo" voice.