rubber legs

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          I ran around a park area today.  Snow was all over.  Much of it fresh.  The stair-climb was excruciatingly painful.  At times I would say my legs were rubbery at the end.  True, but they are worse.  I have to lean heavily on the stair walls as if I am a drunk person, stepping over the dried vomit of other weekend visitors.  By the time I walk down the 10 flights
to our floor—the sixth—I am very nearly ok.

          The Run Keeper function on the iPod said that I ran 13 miles in 35 minutes.  I may have to use the Nike running app that some recommended to me.  I am resistant because I hate Nike.  It’s like a big behemoth that is everywhere in the world and puts it’s label on everything, like a dog peeing everywhere.  Also, I don’t like them because they do not pay me royalties for using my statement from the late 80’s “Just Do It”.  I used this phrase when people would ask me how I go about doing a back flip on the trampoline, or a ‘gainer’ (a back flip after jumping off forward) from the diving board in to the swimming pool.  I didn’t really have an answer, so I said, lamely, “You just do it.”