I had prepared carefully for a 60 minute four hill run today: a Saturday of rest, sensible eating, no booze, iPhone and aftershokz fully charged, weather forecast checked for a dry 6 a.m. start.
It all started to unravel in the evening. I jarred my back walking down a small step but thought these things usually disappear with a night’s sleep. At 6 pm a friend called to remind me that we had agreed (when??) to meet in the pub. He happily supped his way through three pints of Carlsberg while I drank three cans of Diet Coke.
No wonder I slept really badly.
This morning I reckoned I could run despite the tiredness and back twinge so drank a mug of tea and got changed. During my brisk walk I calculated that my back would be all right, but could feel soreness in my left heel where the lining in my shoes is wearing through.
Half way through the walk, the heavens opened but I thought I’m tougher than that.
Long story short, within a minute of running I knew that my back wouldn’t take it and my heel was rubbing badly, so run abandoned. For once my Health and Safety fairy got the better of Macho fairy.
Back home I find I have a suppurating blister the size of a 2p piece. So glad I didn’t try to continue and I owe the Health and Safety fairy a pint I think. Will just try a walk tomorrow.