My Legs! What Did You Do With My Legs?

Okay, so here's Tha Deal (Tha Deal, people, she's about to reveal THA DEAL).
My legs KILL. That's it.
Swimming season just ended, y'know? So I have NO means of exercise. And I have too much energy. I've started relieving this energy in nonconstructive ways, such as ninja-sprinting through the clothing section at Wal-Mart while giggling madly and almost running people over. I'm pretty sure there are four random Wal-Mart-goers that hate me now.

Anyway, yesterday, I randomly decided on the way home from Wal-Mart...hey, I should run. I haven't run since Thanksgiving. Let's RUN! And I got all motivated, like, "Oh my god I just can't wait to run and I haven't run in such a long time I JUST CAN'T WAIT TO RUN! DAD, DO YOU WANT TO COME WITH ME?" After dragging my dad into it, I got my shoes and stuff on, and set out into the thirty degree weather for a lovely evening jog.

We walk up The Hill Of Death to The Warm Up Street and stretch, running down The Warm Up Street to warm up (see where it gets its name?) and getting all started. Suddenly, my feet feel like I'm jogging motivated-ly through frozen mud. The arches of my feet start throbbing, and my ankles feel kind of like a bunch of very strong four-year-olds are whacking them with those little plastic hammers. My lungs are full of freezing icicles, and my shoulders feel like somebody tied cinder blocks to them.

Suddenly, I'm not so motivated anymore.

So we're jogging. We're jogging. I'm dying, so I ramble to keep from thinking about how I'm going to die from all this wonderful exercise. It starts to get dark.
Now, we live kind of Out There. Not in the middle of One-Horse, One-Dog, One-Flea Town Out There, but pretty Out There. We get deer and stuff.
We're jogging. Last stretch comes, and it's pretty much pitch-black.
Then.
I hear rustling in the bushes.
I stare, wide-eyed into the darkness like you do when you wanna see something in the dark (never works, either), and see nothing. I glance at my father, jogging bravely onward. I follow, positive a rabid bear with foaming jaws and fiery red eyes is gonna jump out and eat us.

We got home safely, without any bear attacks. But if we'd seen a bear, I totally would've pwned it. No doubt about it.

Love
Love
Love
Samm

Song Quote Of Note: "Things are gonna happen, naturally."
Title: You And I Both.
Artist: Jason Mraz.
^^^I love him I love him I love him. He is fantastically talented. Right up there with Michael Buble (with an accent on the e).