Whatever it is that is doing the rounds, I succumbed to about ten days ago. I fought it valiantly with gallons of ginger wine, mountains of fresh fruit and hours of extra sleep (anyone who I may have disturbed with snoring on the 18:00 Liverpool Street to Norwich service, please accept my apologies).
No running also formed part of the battle plan. It was probably a timely rest as the niggly achilles pain had a chance to subside as I did do plenty of stretching.
In the last three weeks I’ve probably only done eight miles, but I have been keeping appointments to run with Mark, including a cheeky extra three miles on Wednesday night. Looking forward to doing the other half of what would have been a ‘normal’ six mile run this evening!
