Screaming legs

I got a leg workout in today.  It's been 30 days since the last one, thanks to the crappy schedules I've been getting.  Tomorrow I'm expecting them to be a little sore.  So it goes.  I know there are people out there who would question why I'm doing this to myself at my age (not that I'm that old).  The answer's simple.  When I do get old, I don't want to be feeble.  A day doesn't pass that I don't see someone tottering around,  looking all frail and fragile.  Every time I do I say to myself, "I don't ever want to be like that."  This doesn't mean it's never going to happen, I just want to put it off for as long as possible.  This means I work out with free weights, when ever my schedule permits.  As my friend Shawn once told me "never forget, your legs are the engines of your body."

These are not my legs - mine are hairier

I exercise these engines in others ways: I ride a bike (Cannondale X6) and run on an elliptical (Sole 95).  Of course nothing comes close to lunges (I hate them) and squats (I hate them even more).  And I really hate it when someone says "feel the burn."  No matter how many times I tell myself "that burn" is caused by microscopic fissures tearing open, and even though those fissures will help to grow and strengthen my muscle cells, I still no it's going to hurt in the end.  The one good thing about my leg workouts is that, because I've been doing them for so long, I'm not going to end up with screaming legs tomorrow.  There will be just enough stiffness and discomfort to remind me that I can't let 30 days lapse between workouts, not matter how bad my schedule.