Well I’ve had a thoroughly boring week - I should have doing week 5 this week but instead dog and I have been staring longingly at my trainers willing my sore spot to clear up.... last Friday I tottered about Edinburgh in a pair of not-so-high-high heels, to make matters worse they were middle aged high heels, no glorious glittering stilettos for me. Half way through The Steps (157 of them if my slightly wine fogged memory recalls) I got a twinge in my buttock (anyone whose had sciatica will know the spot exactly). Following morning, which should have been run day, the twinge had developed into a sore spot.. so long story short, patience, hot baths and massage later, I’m hoping to start up again at the weekend.
So, word of warning to all us middle aged runners - when you head out for a night on the town, stick your heels in your bag and wear your fetching flatties to the venue!!!
Here’s keeping fingers crossed for weekend run😆