On Thursday I went back to Bootcamp, after a 4 week break. And the inevitable happened – I was pretty much unable to move for the next two days!
By Sunday I finally felt I could ignore the residual aches and pains, skip church and go for a nice long run. The weather was blowy, crisp and sunny, with just the odd spatter of rain.
I took a slightly off-the-beaten-track route. Those are always my favourite. I like to run along those hidden paths. The kind of places where my husband reckons I will one day chance upon a drugs deal or a dead body…
Along the railway track and over the little bridge. I’m sure that’s not a rude graffiti.
12.5K in 1:15:01.
Getting home I did a few good stretches. I feel I’ve followed enough Yoga videos to be able to throw a few shapes in the right directions.
The oxtail stew is in the slow cooker, husband is pottering in the shed and the rest of the day is really my own.