Here in Fife (and maybe further afield) it's described as 'walking like a half-shut knife'! And, isn't it? Getting out of the car after being out for a long walk is a palaver in itself, as I try to stride off towards the front gate, pretending to be searching for my housekeys in the bottom of my bag, when really, I'm so sore, and walking in a crab-like, off-balance way, I must look as if I've just come back from a session in the pub!
petallus, that happens to me, too! I bang into things all the time - my mind seems to be ahead of my body sometimes. !