Remember when you were younger and you would ask your mother for more food than you can eat, and you were later subjected to the "Your eyes are too big for your stomach" when you couldn't clean your plate off? Well I have an extention of that disease. It is "the my imagined athletic endurance is too big for my actual fitness level". Yesterday I sat here at my desk and looked outside, it was a beautiful, sunny day and I thought to myself: why don't you go home for a run? It made a lot of sense, I would be taking advantage of a beautiful day and getting some much needed exercise. So off towards home I went; I got home and into my running gear and was out the door. About two minutes into my run, I realized something. THIS.WAS.HARD. I hadn't actually been out running since October, which is, oh around four months. For some reason, I seemed to think that if I donned my running shoes, I would instantly be cruising up and down the road like the marathon runner I think I am. After the wheezing and the burning chest sensation were gone, it wasn't that bad actually...I was actually getting a good pace going. I made it home, and was feeling good about getting out and doing something for me. I came in, and tried to walk downstairs...only my legs didn't work, or rather they did, but only accompanied by extreme pain. And this was the story for the rest of the night...and this morning.... I am going to have to work on my actual athletic endurance and get it to equal my imagined!