OK sickos, stop snickering. I ran home last night with out much fanfare. I ran a little harder than the previous days double but not so hard that I was home in 50minutes.
This morning setting out for my longer route to work the legs were not going to cooperate. They creaked and moaned un-unusually high amount for only being 26 years young. Oh dear it was going to be a tough run. It was a slow shuffle to beat all my other slow shuffles. With 2k to go I realised that if I didn’t get a wriggle on the 10.7km was going to take me longer than 1hr20mins. This shocked the legs into action to put in a 5:30 kilometre split before I dawdled through the front gates of work in a PW time. Tomorrow is a rest day.