As I’m allegedly feeling fit and ready to go... famous last words, I get the bus in to work and plan a run afterwards. After about 2k my calf starts to go really tight. I alternate the running with some walking and stretching but it doesn’t improve. After about 4k I abort and hop on the bus. So, that’s another running comeback cut short.
L says it’s too much too soon after last week’s triathlon, as she invites me home for wine and a session with the foam roller. Hmmm, I wonder if Alistair Brownlie’s missus would say the same to him.
(Friday 12th September)