The stark reminder on Sunday of my just too tired legs and the building up of fatigue has forced a bit of an ease down these last few days. Plenty of smell the roses type running, skipping through trail and woodland has revived the running soul and given M & I some quality time running together for a change. No hard sessions allowed until the weekend at least and instead some time to reflect on training so far, my next steps and possible aids to be integrated into future training.
A particular discovery, introduced by M's sis this week has proved to be a vital tool for inclusion in any true athlete's regime. I would even go so far as to suggest this is a true innovation in the development of modern sports' science and destined to be a permanent fixture in any elite programme of training. I'm referring to the waffle iron readers. Yes, the Waffle Iron. I've just received a very early b'day pressie through the post and have trialled the contraption tonight. Yes those golden, grid-shaped slices of gastronomic gorgeousness have proved to be just the therapeutic intervention I needed and may well turn things around. Of course, like any new regime one shouldn't be hasty to adopt new practices all at once. I've started with one or two waffles as an introduction to the regime. I'll build up steadily from there. Ah waffles, the fuel of champions.