Tried to revisit running again this morning. Only got 662metres according to the treadmill. Damn calf flared again.
I’ve dowsed myself in Difflam Gel – gee there’s some smelly alcohol business going on in that stuff. A stray spark from the static build-up of my boss’s cheap moccasins on the even cheaper office carpet and Tubby will go up in a spectacular flambe of self-immolation. Carry a bit of body fat at the moment also, so the cracklin’ should be mighty tasty.
I’ve packed the swim gear into the boot of the car today. Running out of excuses to dive in, so I suspect today will see the official re-entry. Planning on doing intervals, so hopefully the kiddies pool is available.
Not very good numbers coming into the end of the week – mostly just gym rubbish - but only a very mild sense of stress/panic.
Still grinin’ at the world.
W
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