Legs like lead weights

Running the indifferent streets of Columbus, I've my wall, way too early, but early enough to tell me running even a 5K for charity involves a steep incline.

No more than a mile into the jog, my legs are overcome with a heaviness that approximates the feeling of running in water.

Cue the walking music.

Then a little more running. Then back to the walking. I succeed with a quarter-mile running finale, with the weight resuming as I achingly mount the staircase to my apartment.

Vigorous exercise, whether on the bike or Tae Bo, sends jabs through the knee when the foot lands on uneven sidewalks.

But my legs will go on, weight or none, until I finish one of those charity races.

Ah well, at least I've avoided near-collisions with cars. I can't say that about the bike.