Last night saw me drag myself along for another run with the club. Luckily for me they had a ‘steady’ 5 miler on the cards. This suited my empty legs and gave the opportunity for the faster runners to increase the distance. I was somewhere in the middle!
The proof of me being worn out from Tuesday night was when the cycle home, which is downhill, turned out to ache my legs and that the nuun drink actually tasted good!
Roll on Saturday morning’s muddy run.
