Don’t eat toast before a run.
Or ever, for that matter. 8.5 k fartlek feeling – and looking - like a zeppelin is no fun… Really, I know toast doesn’t agree with me, but it was quick, easy and available.
The roads still have some ice sneakily hidden on the corners, I really hope it’ll melt away soon! Coach Erik fell on his knees (he claimed to be ok) and I almost went over but thankfully didn’t.
I had my old Brooks on today – I’ve felt a bit tired in my left arch during the last few runs so decided to try with a bit too much support. It felt ok! Unfortunately I should add, I’m quite happy for my pelvis to stay properly aligned. Especially since I don’t live 4 minutes’ walk from the fabulously evil chiropractor Gary anymore… Spare return ticket to London anyone? Or from there to here, so he can come over and look after my joints whenever needed…
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