I've just had a rather painful, laughable experience... Late this afternoon I walked about a mile to our woods on the other side of the lake, and then ran about a mile in the woods, and then walked the mile home again. It was fun, I love running in the woods- and an ipod as loud as it will go makes it even more enjoyable :)
By the time I got home my legs were thoroughly jello... As soon as I walked in the door, I was informed that my dad needed my help moving a giant trampoline from my cousin's house (almost two miles) to our house. ??
(My cousins are moving away, and they didn't want the trampoline. Just so you know why the heck we were dragging a massive freaking trampoline home at 6pm)
Dad and Flash had already taken the 4-wheeler and the truck, so my only option of transportation was my already tired feet... I ran over real quick, and just as I got there they were ready to leave. They had the trampoline resting on a trailer while me, Flash and my cousin Mj kept it steady so it wouldn't fall off. We had to jog most of the way.
So, I got more than twice the workout I thought I was getting today ;)
And my legs are officially going to fall off.