Went for a short run on Friday night and, after the first km, all the hard work of stretching and yoga and massages from this week went out the the window. All the muscles up the backs of my legs, but especially the right calf, snapped like tight little springs!
I didn’t help matters by getting insanely drunk on Friday night either. At some point, I got up during the night to go to the loo and couldn’t even walk! So I spent all day Saturday in bed not able to eat and feeling particularly squeamish if I so much as rolled over.
This morning I missed the Spring into Shape run, but met with Simon to do this Roam (treasure hunt kinda thing around the city). We were both as seedy as … and not coping. The clues were insanely hard and we couldn’t get it together. Then I nearly passed out on account of not having eaten for 36 hours (yeah, stupid, I know) so we had a food then kept going. Finally decided to cut our losses and come home.
The leg is still insanely sore so I’m going to have to put my colour coded exercise schedule on hold and just do what I can this week.