Day 2 of the 'ease down' or active recovery as I prefer to call it. Am now beginning to get ants in my pants and feel resentful that M's allowed to go on lovely, tough training sessions whilst I can only do wuss-like easy runs with no efforts or exhaustion involved. It's gonna be a very tough couple of weeks. Have struggled to focus on work today and found every document in the virtual universe on overtraining. I'm now a world expert on the subject, should you need any advice drop me a line... have now bitten nails down to the wick and cannot stop eating just for something to do. I'm quickly ballooning at an alarming rate and currently craving popcorn with salt, chili & cinnamon as recommended by fellow blogger Kate. It would be simpler just to fit a nosebag. To ease the pain and to stay off the food I've been surfing continuously on all things running and just joined a running blog family (cosy soundin' innit). There are over 1700 running blogs listed from all over the world which should keep me distracted for a few more days.
Ran an easy hour on the strid tonight which felt slightly eerie; knowing the place was crawling with picnickers and walkers all day only to come to the place completely deserted. Was very aware of being on my lonesome and had some slightly spooky thoughts in the woody bits but all felt good again when I reappeared into the sunny spots. The place is writhing with wildlife and the various rustlings can be unnerving at a certain time of night. Anyway, now trying to view my Easter basket as half full and stop being a miserable sod - at least I'm not injured. Will try not to be such a whiner. I'm also being reminded of how much propping up my running provides. Not sure what I did before I was converted, that was probably when soaps featured heavily on week nights.