This morning L and I are back to rolling around on the bed together in pleasure and pain, with L on top of me and the foam roller between us. She gets the pleasure (I think) and I get the pain. Sadly the tight calf is back and needs battering back into shape. This is partner abuse.
It begs the question whether to do a 10k this weekend as planned or not. Is the training aspect paramount here or is injury prevention more important ahead of Nottingham in two weeks’ time? The latter I think.
Talking of injuries. L may have survived yesterday’s run but she announces officially that she is taking a night off tonight. E.g. she’s officially injured, if she can bring herself to cancel her classes that is.
I take the cake box to dog training.
(Monday 14th September)