This week I swapped the early Monday run for a longer Sunday night run. Yesterday afternoon I stained the decking, cut the unruly conifers overhanging my manor and gave the lawn a trim. Put young Millwalki to bed and set off for a Strava “10K in May”. All was fine until 2 miles in when the “Roberta Flack” started to ache, I slowed right down and pushed on, but the gremlins were using the back ache to niggle away at me. I carried on and got around the course I had set, no records broken, no PB’s and snail pace at one point!!!.
Got home and switched on the garmin app and downloaded the run, arrrghhhhh 6.18 miles if only I had popped around the block. I'm resting till Wednesday now and might look into a wrap around back support (any ideas?).