So, yesterday morning I did a spot of parkrun tourism at St Andrews on my way home from a lovely few days away. I had the cold but I remembered the rule about if it's above your neck it's fine to run, although I found it hard.
Anyway, yesterday afternoon and evening I did NOTHING. I was wiped out! I even had a big sleep in the afternoon which is something I can't do even if I want to normally.
(When I say I did nothing, I did do quite a lot of whining...)
My legs were a bit sore too as I'd had a longish run the day before as well.
The gremlins were dancing around telling me ridiculous lies about how I'd never run again.
Today? I can breathe through my nose. I'm perfectly fine. I'm planning my next run.