After 6 days of doing nothing more strenuous than a spot of yoga on Sunday morning (to avoid a 13 mile run - good swop eh ?) this afternoon I went for a run.
It was only 4 miles.
My ankles felt like they would break for the first 500 yards. My legs felt like jelly. But I am putting that down to the fact that it was unseasonably hot (even Daisy was lagging behind). But I finished it. And my time was the same (34 mins)
I just have to do a 13 mile run on satuarday or Sunday and I'll be fine. I will run the Windsor half.
Obsessed by the challenge ? Me ? And my dog ? What were they thinking of ?