I ran a half marathon this Sunday past. It was my third. I recorded a PR. That’s Personal Record for you civilians. The course was hillier than I anticipated, but I was largely undaunted. I struggled a bit with the final two miles, which included the dreaded “Hospital Hill”.
I haven’t run at all this week. In part to rest and in part out of fear that I can’t run anymore. Strange.
This morning, a day off work, I feel good – legs feel rested and recovered. And yet, I kind of dread lacing up and heading out for a run.
Why? I have no idea.
It’s going to be a beautiful day for a run…