It’s too quiet. Eerily quiet.
I’m talking about my body. After yesterday’s half marathon, I expected an ache or two. Nothing. The best I could manage was the faintest of calf twinges as I stepped out this evening for a recuperative 4 miler. Not even a real twinge. More of a yawn than a “hello”.
What can this all mean? Either I’m fitter than I thought I was, or I’m heading for a dastardly fall. Crunch. Was that me stepping on a plastic cup? Or the sound of my knee disintegrating?
Phew. The former.
