
I love watching the fire dance, with the flames twisting and swaying just so. It’s so exciting, so romantic. Come on baby… Light my fire

I love watching the fire dance, with the flames twisting and swaying just so. It’s so exciting, so romantic. Come on baby… Light my fire
by Juls 7 Comments
The fact that you have to click back several pages worth to find a running-related post says A LOT. It says: Juls isn’t running.
Sadly, it’s true. I’ve been grounded from running since I overdosed on my Vibram’s. M.C. Muscle (my calf muscle), who has been extremely uptight lately, insisted upon it. He has made threats like this before. I know to listen. Believe me, he is no fun to be around when he is angry.
Yesterday, I thought he was better, more relaxed, when in fact he was NOT. I took to the pavement (wearing my Vibrams) and got a strict scolding a few feet down the sidewalk. Yeah, M.C. Muscle was not happy with me at all.
Today, I tried to bargain. I promised to take it easy AND to wear traditional running shoes, rather than minimalist footwear. After much coaxing, he and I headed out together along the railroad tracks for a short run.
During the run, M.C. Muscle was tentative but seemed to ease into the run part way through. After the run however, M.C. Muscle announced that tomorrow would be a good day for all things non-running like swimming, biking, or elliptical.
He promises me that he’ll lighten up soon – just not now.
After M.C. Muscle mellows out, I’ll schedule a play date to reintroduce him to the Vibram’s. Only this time, I’ll let them get acquainted more slowly.
