I think I lost my legs. I had them on Sunday morning. And for a bit into the noon hour. But somewhere between 40th and 32nd on Crown I lost them. They sat down on the side of the road, gave me THAT look and said: we don't wanna! So I soldiered on without them. In hind sight we might have started that run a mite fast. Which would kind of explain it. I definitely didn't feel as great as last week. But this is promising. If I alternate weeks of crap and good runs then I'm on schedule to be on a good run week for Big Sur.

Last night at yoga my legs reminded me again that they hadn't forgiven me and made their displeasure quite clear through the warriors and balances. They were not happy campers. Still aren't. It'll probably be at least another day before they come around and admit that it was good for them. Until then they will sulk and demand comfortable shoes.