The week went by in a blur and while I was on the mend, going straight back to running would have been brutal.
On Friday however I had such a stressful day that my body positively craved the exhaustion. So I went for an evening run around Inverleith park.
And, well, it sucked.
Friday – 3.91 km in 31:21 at 8’00” pace
It felt like death. I got extreme coughs and the cold shivers too, like when I first started running. I’m glad I went though. It definitely helped me sleep.
I’m writing this a day late on Monday and I can report that this morning’s run felt great though.
Onwards and upwards!