Back in the saddle

Even though all textbooks, coaches, training plans, running mags and guides dictate it, I just can't take a whole week off running. Cross-training is OK, but cycling, swimming, brisk walking yada yada, simply don't cut it. By last night my legs were a twitching mess. And by this afternoon, I was itching to get my trainers back on. Even running across the road to escape being flattened by a stagecoach bus was absolutely bliss.

Despite this enthusiasm, I wasn't quite sure how my legs would hold up. They were a little tender, but more like the-day-after-a-tough-rep-session tender. I did harbour fears that Alexandria's jogging network would pass me en route.

Surprisingly enough, my legs felt great even from the word go. I don't think I could have done more than my usual 4.5 recovery route round Balloch, but I feeling 100% confident for a speedy recovery.

4.4 miles in 37.31. Splits 8.30, 8.48, 8.22, 8.29, 8.23 (average 8.32). Oops a bit faster than easy pace, but I was happy to run as to how I felt.