On Monday I went on my last weekends long run. Yes I know, but what with tiling the kitchen I just ran out of time.
The back still ached, and I really had decided to make this one Brighton-half--or bust. I needed to put in some sort of long run with only two further weekends to go, and this was therefore crunch time.
I started off well enough, but sure enough after about two miles the lower back ache started again.
This time however I decided not to stop but to see if I could run through it, thinking that either Id do myself a more serious injury, or
.well just run it off.
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9 miles later and I called it a night as I was getting hungry!
The strongish wind was off the sea so that wasnt a problem: this was by far my best run of the year, plodding up and down the seafront listening to the waves crashing onto the shingle. After the frustrations of this recent niggling injury-ette, Im over the parrot Brian.
If only I could bottle it.
