I reckon I didn't realize it, but I've been consistent lately. I've run every day for, let me check my running log, 20 days, it was 1/14 the last time I took a day off... until yesterday. Oh, my legs felt fine, I just felt like sleeping in and letting my body recover a bit. Usually I take one day off a week, but I feel like it's not a real run if I just jog with Harley, thing is, then I figure, well, I'm dressed for a run, I'm sweaty, may as well throw in a couple more, and BAM, it's 20 days.
So, I went to run this morning, started with Harley for 2, and in 24 measly hours, I had forgotten how to run. My legs just didn't seem to know what to do. I was asking myself, "Why am I out here? What should I do?" It was weird. I was thinking, man I just did 20 miles on Sunday, now I can't figure out this little jog. No, I didn't drink last night. No, I didn't bump my head sprinting out of the "Living Eucharist" seminar the school forced us to go to yesterday. I just couldn't remember how to do it. Fortunately Har-Har remembered. It took about 30 yards to turn our stroll into a jog into a run. So, I let him lead me for 2 miles, and by the 2nd of my 4.5 post Harley solo miles I was already employing some of my old running tricks to fight fatigue and boredom.
You may not be able to teach an old dog new tricks; but an old dog can you help you re-learn some of your old tricks!