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Today I played soccer with Trent at Snow Hinton park. It was the first athletic activity that I've engaged in for quite some time, and I've never been more attuned to my lack of shape as I was this afternoon. The tendons just above my right foot, connecting to my ankles, you know, the ones that allow your foot to move up and down as if it were nodding "yes"? Well, those no longer harbor the ability of free movement. My foot will hang limp, and it can shake from one side to the other, but walking is hard, and moving your big toe is damn near impossible when you can't even lift your foot to make less than a 90 degree angle, considering the fact that your big toe is connected to those tendons. My right foot makes loud clomping sounds when i walk, because I can't lift my toes to let my heel fall lightly. This, of course, adds a wonderful audible indication of my new found impairment to grace all ears that I tread near. When i try to merely jog there's some muscle in my thigh that pulls as if it were stretched to its thinnest confines. And if it's hard to lift your right ankle, you can imagine how tough the movement of a foot switching between pedals to drive can be.
Lead-foot isn't the best word. But it's the first word that comes to mind.
Lead-foot isn't the best word. But it's the first word that comes to mind.