The six week lay-off is a tough opponent. This morning I ran a laboured 3.5 miles. I was tired, and even felt a worrying twinge in my right calf again. It was a reminder that this injury could well reappear. Perhaps I should have rested today, but the holiday seemed too good an opportunity to miss. Tomorrow I won’t run.
Nearly eight hours in the garden today, digging and planting. The remaining potatoes were put out of their misery.
Too knackered to write more.
