Disaster! I only managed
one of my scheduled eight kilometres today before the body went on strike - soaring pulse rate, leaden legs, sweating profusely despite a very slow pace. I had to chuck in the towel before the body broke down completely. What a mess! I'm pretty sure though it's just the combination of a lot of kilometres run (for this stage of my return anyhow), the night shifts and the stinking hot, humid weather that has combined to demand an extra rest day.
Oh well, this usually happens once or twice at least in any campaign, so I'm not unduly bothered. At least, as my good wife pointed out, I attempted it.
There's always tomorrow...