Lately I've been putting off intense leg training. Call it sand in the vagina, weak-mindedness... whatever. Well, on Wednesday I said fuck it. Went to the gym and hammered legs... Now on to yesterday, fucking sore. Hurt to squat down to take a shit, hurt to sit once I finally reached the seat, you know the feeling. So I stretched and did various things to loosen up, started feeling great. On to today, I wake up and realize my legs hate me worse than ever, then I realize I'm running really late for class. I roll out of bed and hustle to school. Now is when the challenge begins, go up like 8 flights of stairs, head across campus, and get to class all in less than 10 minutes... all with legs that are on strike. I skipped all the stairs and decided on the elevator. This worked out well but it took too long, now I'd have to walk my ass off. I'm there, final stretch. A semi-steep downhill walkway and then the door. I continue waddling my ass off... except I was going too fast. I couldn't stop, my legs just wouldn't plant for some reason... I get near the bottom, gave one last effort to stop myself, and wham, right leg gives out and I fall over... in front of about 80 people walking around outside. I had to look like a puppet trying to breakdance. I tried to play it off but I know I made someones morning.