This week started with the most painful sports massage I’ve ever had. Especially my feet. For a while I thought they would break in half and that she was pulling my toes out their sockets. But no! They remained intact and I skipped out of there an hour later. OK, that might be a slight exaggeration as there was definitely no skipping and I couldn’t quite bear to touch my own skin..AND was advised to go ice my calves because she’d gone “so deep”, but….. I certainly felt better, honest guv.
Because of last weekend’s mammoth activity I’ve taken it easy(er) this week. Skipped a couple of sessions to rest and come back stronger (OK, I only meant to skip one but Thursday night consisted of a few too many proseccos/sambuca and not enough water…).
Also added in a couple of bike rides but kept Sunday’s long run and included a hill or two just for shits and giggles. It was also nice and warm and I ran in the middle of the day which is all good for training. It also meant that I could reward myself with a post run recovery beverage of the alcoholic kind in a nice sunny beer garden.
This does mean though that Project ‘Losing 5kg To Be More Efficient’ is still in the initiation phase and being hampered by the post run recovery beverages and crisps.