"When you have learned something. That always feels at first as if you had lost something." H.G. Wells
After the last couple of weeks of making some attempt to ease down and overcome this 'under recovery' thing I am trying my best to take all the learning I can from this experience and take a proper break, (though really dunno what possessed me to do that idiot 5k on Saturday). Now I'm facing recovery week #3 and not feeling much better I've decided I'm gonna have to really take this resting thing seriously. So, today I have not run.
Yes, you've read that right. I have not run.
I've actually had a day off. Gulp.
This is my first day off since god knows when (sometime 2008 I think). This is a major deal given my unfaltering commitment to pulling on the trainers everyday. So, hope readers are proper impressed by how sensible I am being. To occupy myself I have instead opted for making a fuss of M tonight. He had a bad dental appointment today (his worst nightmare) and then had to venture out into the rain tonight to splash out 4x1mile efforts at the track all on his lonesome. So, am preparing his favourite tea, sausages with mash and gravy. Hope it'll be a comfort after the hell of the dentist and slogging his guts out without the runningbear to keep him company. So, will try not to turn all mental with no run in these legs for my first rest day in a long, long time. I feel all funny and guilty. RHR 39 this morning. Might treat myself to a short run tomorrow.