For the record, my legs have chosen the first option, though the second could be imminent the way things are going. (Also for the record, there's no point to this post. I'm just whining about how hard it is to get in shape after letting myself become a fat bastard. Feel free to ignore or tease as you see fit.) You see, some stupid section of my stupid brain decided my walks weren't good enough and that I should try to jog for as much of it as I can. At this point, I'm walking/jogging a loop that is just under 3 miles and all of my jogged chunks add up to a mile or so. I do this on the weekends only, because the days are so short now that it's pitch dark by the time I get home, and my little loop lives in unlit open space with coyotes and junk running around in it.
You'd think a solid week would give the legs enough time to recover, eh? Not so much. The outsides of my thighs have been cumulatively seizing up, and I've come to the point where I feel like I'm floating a millimeter from full-bore debilitating cramping. I'm not sore, really... I just have this muscle on each leg that in near permaflex and it's throwing me off a bit.
I'm trying to figure out what to do. Last night I dowsed myself with Tiger Balm, but that has no long term effect. I suppose I should chow on some bananas. Maybe take some magnesium & vitamin E.
It's really no big deal, but it is keeping me from improving when I do go for my walk/jog, because my legs have next to nothing to give when I get out there.