Contemplating the Mysteries of Muscle Memory

Five days without running makes one weak. har dee har har...
Seriously, a "run" has to happen tonight and it will. Someday I'll take the quotation marks off "run." For now "run" is a euphemism for walk/shuffle.

One cool thing to report is that over the weekend I woke up with the urge to lift weights and to run.
I then laid back down until the urge passed. Actually, I did go to the Athletic club where I read the "closed on 4th of July" sign on the door. I was too lazy to walk up the billion stairs and so I mis-read the second half of the sign and thought the KAC was going to be closed Monday as well. Good thing today is a new day.

We'll say it was the holiday that confused me but I bolted up in bed this morning when I saw that I had missed both of my alarms, that it was 7 o'clock and that I was supposed to be training with Alaskan Body Building Legend Lindsay Knight. DOH!
So not cool to arrive a half-hour late. I was appropriately punished.
Note to self: Half-hour EARLY from now on, hit the treadmill until 7 a.m.appointment.

Ok, about those muscle memories...
I don't know the physiology of muscle memory but I know it's FO'REAL!
As my weight training creeps onward, my muscles seem to be remembering things they used to enjoy.Its been some decades since I was in a ballet class (and I only had the pleasure of taking ballet for short periods in my life) but on two occasions recently my legs decided (seemingly on their own) to do some ballet movements. The first time this happened, the movement was in response to music. The second occurrence was when I was outside between the cabin and the laundry house standing near a deck railing that reminded me of a ballet barre. I bellied up to the barre, as it were, and proceeded to do some ballet stretches. It almost seemed like the muscles were telling me what to do. It didn't exactly hurt and I didn't exactly strain...but the movements engaged muscles that I have lost contact with over the years. It was like re-meeting an old friend, one you are pleased to re-connect with because you'd forgotten what a delight they were to have around. I HEART muscle memory!!!!!