Last night I decided to give the trail run another go. It wasn't so much that my hamstring felt better but there were other needs to consider, such as the ozone layer and my mounting desire to punch a hole through it.
It turned out concern for my hamstring was preliminary, as my entire body staged a protest the minute I started moving.
My ankle was all: Dang, girl!
And my knees were all: What the...?!
And of course my hamstring was all: So help me, if you take one more step...
Until finally I was, like: Man up, y'all! There are bigger things at stake.
And they were all: Like what?
And I was all: Like the propagation of the species.
And my ankle, who's a real wiseguy, was all: Oh yeah? What does us running have to do with that??
And I was all: Trust me, you don't want to know.
In other news, I think I'm getting older.