I took a few days off and this morning’s 9K went great. No pain! I am still going to get my butt back to physio because there is no doubt my knee is messed up and who knows when it may decide to cramp my style? Lots of races lined up for next year – no room for down time.
Considering a few too many glases of wine and a bit of a late night (I know, I know, 12:30 should not be late for a 25-year-old, but I don’t function well on lack of sleep) and cold pizza for breakfast, the run this morning was surprisingly good. We maintained a great pace and I felt awesome the entire time.
And then I spent the afternoon painting. Something tells me I am going to be sore tomorrow!