A quiet, non-running day. I’ve pushed my long run back to tomorrow to allow a bit more recovery time after Friday’s race. Not that I feel I need any more. Nothing aches except my stomach straining against my belt as it tries to cope with today’s onslaught of easter eggs.
I feel grimly unhealthy, but nothing that a 16 mile run tomorrow won’t cure.
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I wrote the above at about 6 o’clock. Just as I was about to upload it, M came in and said: “Why don’t you go for a run while it’s still light?” Two minutes later I was cruising up the road on my staple 3½ miler. It’s an unusual time of day for me to run, and I enjoyed it more for that reason. There was a noticeable bank holiday feel in the village. The streets were empty, and only one car passed me in 35 minutes. The evening air was cool and refreshing, despite the lingering tang of woodsmoke.
I got back, had a shower and guzzled one of M’s special bacon salads. The world is now a quite different place. I’ll never tire of saying this: running is the answer.
