It is 5.45 am. I have dragged myself out of my warm bed, put on my workout clothes and driven to the gym. Squinting against the uber-bright florescent lights, I choose a treadmill, set my program and start to run. But my legs! They feel like whole frozen Christmas hams. They are heavy, heavy, and after 5 minutes I slow to a walk and hang my head in shame. I feel defeated.
Man on treadmill next to me: Seems harder today, doesn't it?
K: Yes, it does.
Man: That one is stuck at an incline.
K: That would certainly explain it. Thanks!
I moved to the next treadmill and had no trouble pounding out my 2 miles. Crisis averted!