Actually, I could hardly walk, they were so seized. I must have looked quite the sight, crossing the intersection by the Georgetown boathouse in my running clothes, limping dramatically.
So this crash start in running training might not be the best idea ever. I'm hoping that my body will remember that it once was extremely fit (I'm only just now beginning to appreciate how fit I really was last summer...) and that if I just endure the suffering for a couple weeks, I'll hit a turning point.
In the meantime, here is a graphical depiction of what all this running feels like to my poor shocked leg muscles:
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