Post London

Well, traditionally this is a week of going downstairs backwards, saying "F**k that hurts", and all sorts of stretching and not being able to exercise. However - this week, it's been a lot easier. I did less training, I weigh more, and all sorts of bad stuff, and yet I did less damage. Was it the psot race massage, or was it the fact that I wasn't going as fast, thus putting less force through my legs, even though it was over a more prolonged period?

Anyhow - Wednesday I went out and ran just over a mile at 8:40 pace - I had quite a few twinges, but nothing too bad, but decidd not to push it further. I was going to run yesterday, but I had a stinking hangover (socialising with runners isn't good for you!), but this morning I was up early(ish) and out there. I did my route up Northey Avenue.

Not a bad run - my right quad tightened a bit, as did the adductor, but I had a few probs with this during FLM early on and they faded. probably the worst bit was my breathing, which did seem rather laboured, and I stopped a couple of times and coughed up rather thick gunk :os

Anyhow - it wasn't meant to be that fast, it was really just a recovery run, but I think my feet are getting more used to the Kayanos and it was my fastest run for a while. Still nothing like my old pace, but it's an improvement - particularly good considering I only ran a marathon seven days ago.

Then it was off to the gym - for a Body Pump class (my legs complained!), and a relaxing sauna and swim session, during which I swam quarter of a mile.