The one where I turn back and go home
Last night I went for a short run.
All day I had been thinking about it, in my head I planned it. A quick 30 minute run with the aim of reaching 5k. But, best laid plans and all that.
I set off OK. I found a pace I was comfortable with … but then disaster struck near the end of the first mile. The pain in my thigh and knee became unbearable and I limped home.
A measly 1.73 miles. I didn’t even make it to two.
The pain carried on for most of the night and I had trouble getting to sleep.
So my now regular Tuesday long run turned into nothing. I could still feel the pain tonight and after a rubbish nights sleep I had no energy.
The only thing that makes me feel a bit better is that the half marathon training plan I downloaded specifies a rest day today.
Tomorrow is another day and I am working in Spain for the next three days so my plan to ‘get back on it’ is to go for a run tomorrow night along the beach.
I have a small suitcase but my trainers are packed and I’m ready to go. As long as my hair straighteners fit … I don’t need anything else!