The only sense I can make of todays run is that my legs were completely shot by Pete's shouty session on Thursday. I did give it all I had then some I admit and deserve to suffer. Yesterday and today my legs felt like they'd done some serious effort, but not wanting to be a wooss I set out along my favourite road towards Bolton Abbey. My anterior thigh and adductors objecting to much hip flexion i resorted to shuffle mode. Reaching mile one, I heard the rapid feet and heavy breathing of a rapidly closing in runner, turned around to be greeted by the welcome smile of my drinking buddy tonight Jon Sinclair. He humoured me by staying with me til I sent him off to do some proper running up Beamsley Beacon at Mile 3.5ish and I waddled along a bit more before turning round to finish 8miles.
The garmin tells a story, slow an average of 8:40 but heart rate 111 -so not much effort there, indeed that last 4miles were mostly in the 90's. So yes the legs just not working.
I really ought to do some stretching - maybe next week
What I write about when I write about running.....
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