I do a run from work. Due to the weather this is my first run since last Tuesday, which isn’t exactly a training programme to be proud of.
Tonight it’s cold and bloody windy. In the form of a headwind of course. L describes this as resistance training. I sort of which I’d resisted and got the bus.
I battle my way through to around about 14km again, which is all quantity and very little quality I think. The dogs then insist on helping me iron out my calves with my foam roller causing me to abort and promise to do it later. Which I don’t.
(Tuesday 26th March)