Oh beloved running, how I’ve missed you.....
The physio gave me the green light to run again, albeit at a shorter distance, so after ten days of doubt, misery, rest and recuperation, I set off on my prescribed 3K.
I tried to be firm with myself: ten days is nothing! My fitness will be the same! But the little gremlin in my head said otherwise and I went out with a negative mindset. Subsequently, I believe that is why the first mile was tough. My legs felt heavy, I felt slow and fat and flabby and unfit. Often I slip into a daydream on my runs but everything felt a bit awkward. The injury held up ok (thank you physio!) and as I thundered home, things became a little easier. I am pleased I was resilient and did not give up because things were a little tough.
By the time the run was over, I was thrilled. The gremlins had been banished and I remembered why I love running so much, and why I’d spent ten lachrymose days without it. I told everybody that I’d been for a run as proudly as I did the first time I graduate C25K.
And the final positive to end it on is that when I started the C25K programme in October, my resting heart rate was 72 BPM.
According to my Fitbit, my RHR is now 51 BPM!
Is it ok to run on rest days?
A rest made all the difference
Still resting the knee
Rest days? 
Week9run2 done!!!! But tired for the rest of the day... 
