I decided to give my calf another day of rest even though I’ve not felt a twinge for a couple of days now. Tomorrow I really must give it a test. Resting is good, but there’s always the fear that a rest might turn into an extended lay-off.
It’s still uncertain what the next race will be. I’ll be doing nothing this weekend, but there are a couple of 10Ks on the following two Sundays that appeal.
The phoney war continues. We all now know there’ll be a military assault on Iraq, and are just waiting for the off.
The weather has been glorious for the last few days. I’ve been able to spend a couple of hours each evening in the garden, digging and scraping at my first vegetable patch.
Birdsong and crocuses, and early Spring sunshine. I need to remember that this is how things once were.
