Saturday, 28 December 2013
After having tired legs on the last couple of runs I had thought I would do a little recovery run today. However, it was a beautiful looking morning - if cold - and I decided to go and do 10 round the beach. One achilles and one shin has been complaining a bit, and I think the cold makes them worse, so I dug out my long socks, much to Peter's horror.
I'm pretty sure I look good in them, but he doesn't seem to think so.
I wasn't in the mood for chitter-chatter so Peter took off and took photos for the whole run, leaving me to get on with it. Thankfully I was feeling much better than the last couple of runs - only toiling a bit in the last three or so miles.
A quick trip to Tescos. No Hibs game. I have been doing university work ever since - well until tea-time when I found myself watching Dad's Army on the telly. Such subtle comedy full of fine nuance.
My yoga injury (sore back and neck) is doubling up as a typing injury. When my head fills with ideas and my fingers go stabbing at the keyboard I forget all about posture. I feel like someone's taking a paint-scraper up under my right shoulder blade.
Is it just me (and all the other old ladies) or do all these aches and pains really proliferate when there's a cold wind about? I'm off to bed.