A little bit fitter, a little bit faster. A good solid 5km this evening. In fact my best 5km since July of last year.
But I'm at a critical point in my training now. I've been at this point several times before, and been forced to stop through injury on each occasion. So I'm being almost paranoid about any twinges and niggles, which to date are thankfully minor. Even so, I've booked appointments with my torture therapist* and also my podiatrist** to give myself every chance of getting to wherever it is I'm going. And I won't know that until I get through this base-building phase, and can take stock...
News of a sort: I saw Sweder's legs photographed in an American running magazine yesterday. At least, I assume they were Sweder's, because they were covered in mud and sloshing through a significant lake. The photo was captioned "
We Know You. Some people run to get OUT of the rain. You run to get OUT IN the rain." So it
must have been Sweder.
I'm kind of jealous, but just for the moment I'll stick to the treadmill. Off-road will come later, when it's good and wintry.
*
That is, the evil but lovely Rebecca, physiotherapist par excellance.
** The aptly named Dr Pain.
March maundering.
