“Rest. Or easy bike. Or swim.”
After a week of slothing*, my legs appeared to have recovered from last week’s long run, and today’s rest was strangely unappealing. I contemplated a bike ride but wasn’t sure my stress levels could cope and I simply can’t do anything with my hair after a swim. At which point I decided to pop along to a club run (armed with my Oyster Card and 101 bail out options) to see how my legs fared.
They did surprisingly well. They felt empty around the 80 minute mark but we then hit a gloriously runnable down which perked them up considerably, and after that they were only a parkrun from the café. And let’s face it, I can pretty much always persuade them to run a parkrun if there’s the promise of a hot drink and a chat at the end.
*Thanks to @AlexaVentures for introducing me to this verb.