An ugly, aborted run today. Took off feeling good for an 8km, but two clicks in started to feel woeful. By 4km I was inexplicably buggered, sweaty, light-headed and my heart racing unusually high. So I pulled out at the half way mark feeling dazed and confused.
But I figured "oh well, it happens, I can try again tomorrow", and then whammo, this evening I'm just sitting quietly watching a Bond movie (
Octopussy ... Christ) when for no reason at all (or maybe in a desperate attempt to stop me watching crap movies) my right calf cramps badly, leaving it very tender and not a little sore. So then my left knee goes out in sympathy and I'm hobbling around like I'm at a hypochondriacs' convention.
So with only two days left I have only 9 of my allotted 32 kilometres for the week actually logged. Looks like I'm going to fall short.
Oh well. Cest la vie I guess. :o