Dull, dull, dull. 3 miles, and the usual aches. I don’t want to mention the problem anymore: it’s too boring and dispiriting.
Tonight’s 3 mile training run happened. Then I came home and found M tucking into some noodley thing that I’d been salivating over through the run, so I ended up chomping through a plateful of lettuce and elderly mushrooms.
Yes I’ve had better evenings. What about it….?
