My leg doesn’t hurt anywhere near what I was expecting it to after running into that piece of wood sticking out of the ground on last nights run. I hate that jarring feeling that goes through your whole body when you hit something front on… stupid XC. Mind you, I suppose it’s good to learn to watch your feet. I could learn to like it, but I think I need to not compare my times with tar times, more look at it as an enjoyable (??) ramble through the countryside.
(actually, I feel pretty good this morning for having done it. wonder if it’s related to the fact the scales didn’t go up today?)