My last post was entitled ‘not much running‘ from that I have moved on to ‘panic running‘.
Why the turnabout?
This is why……
Huge mixed feelings when this plopped on to my door mat. Now I knew I would get a place next year due to the 6 times a reject rule, but I secretly hoped I guess that vlm would mess up and I would have to wait another year, no such luck. Guess you should be wary of what you wish for or in this case be careful what you enter!
The bad news (?) arrived Friday, Saturday I ran 7 miles with my running buddy, Monday 9 miles during which my calf muscles complained for most of it (fortunately mind over matter worked), Tuesday I did a fartlek session of a sorts for 3 mies, today I managed 10 miles.
That’s almost 30 miles in one week, yep I am panicking! As well as aching. As well as starving. As well as thirsty.