Bugger bugger bugger. I let a few kilometres go begging today after being all grown up and sensible this morning. My plan was to run to work - which I did - then have a rest until tomorrow morning; let the foot have a 24hour break. So I walked the dog, got home, packed my bag and unpacked the running gear from it. Definitely just the one run, to work, for me. It was more Helly polypro and hat miles. The run was OK, nothing much to write home or anywhere else about, just a commute really.
Work was meh - it's been like that A LOT recently. I worked through lunch and, with my right foot feeling like my right foot of old I thought I'd knock-off 15minutes early and run home. Completely forgetting about my grown-up moment this morning.
So I got the bus home.
A bit sulky.
That's a bit over 11km gone begging, but three days and 45km is alright. And I suppose - sigh - it probably will do me some good.
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