I finally got back on the mule. I reduced my intended distance. I thought I did anyway. I just googled it and I only took a kilometre off the whole round trip compared to last time (now I'm scared again).
I did stretch and warm up, and I also cooled down afterward. There was one snag.
A freight train was travelling in the same direction as me on my return leg. This was not some POWERFUL LOCOMOTIVE, it was huffing and puffing its car-carrier-cars along at a nice slow clip. I mean pleasant-speed-the-trainyard-bulls-won't-catch-us-Big-Rock-Candy-Mountain-Awaits-other-hobo-reference. Nothing too fast.
But you see, I like Superman. The comic books, cartoons, movies. Christopher Reeve was on my wall when I was little. I jumped off low rooftops with a cape and a dream. And I remember when he ran home from high school in the 70s Superman. So, yeah, at the end of my run, I started to put on a little racing speed. I don't know what I was expecting. Of course I beat it. It stops frequently.
So I'm guessing I overdid it again.
Tomorrow is going to SUUUUUUUCK.
-Mike
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