Lately I’ve found that my legs want to kick a lot more than they used to.

Yesterday’s wood-shop class found me randomly kicking the tables as I went from student to student. Not just a tap, but a near-field goal-kick. Just enough to make a loud noise, yet not tip anything over. One of my students rightfully got upset. I felt bad about my clumsy self.

I suppose battling the snow last week gave me these new “crazy legs”, should break a few speed records soon.

Note to future self: If you ever resign to the atrophy of sedentary commuting it takes 3,764.7 miles to get your new legs again!