My legs hurt.
Not just a little bit sore. They ache and aren't fully functioning. My quads are asking me, "why? why?" and my shins are in outright rebellion.
I ran/walked 2km yesterday. Not far at all for some people, but for an adamant non-runner like me, it's long. It's the distance I want to run with no stops in the Try-a-Tri on May 19th; farther than I've run probably since I was a kid. So I ran until my lungs were screaming, then walked for a bit, then started to run again. I can do the swim. The cycling is my strong point. But oh, the run ... and after all the rest of it. I'm counting on adrenaline and sheer stupid determination to get me through it.
I think the only thing that kept me going at the end was remembering last year's try-a-tri and how good (yes, good) it felt to cross that finish line. I could almost hear Serendipity screaming "don't let me pass you!!" behind me, and despite the sore lungs and tired legs, I actually smiled. It will be good again this year.