Well I woke up this morning and completely forgot about the lame leg experience. It must have been psychological.
Work took up far more than its fair share of my life today, so by the time I got back home I had only a tiny modicum of energy for exercise.
I opted for a very sedate 20 mins on the treadmill while my pork chop roasted itself to perfection.
Did I mention that I want a new job?