Day 93 – The Road to Recovery (and Milton Keynes)

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A Wise Pause

Today was a day of choices, and for once, I made the sensible one. The pain in my back continues its stubborn residency, refusing to move out despite increasingly forceful eviction notices. With an early start required for a Mother’s Day outing for Kelly and the girls at Gulliver's Land in Milton Keynes, resting the back for another day was not just logical but, dare I say, an act of wisdom.

The Long Haul to Milton Keynes

If there’s one thing a sore back doesn’t appreciate, it’s being folded into a car seat for two hours each way. Milton Keynes may be a marvel of roundabouts and efficiency, but even its best-planned infrastructure can’t offer a shortcut to comfort. Still, it was worth every jolt and judder to spend the day celebrating Kelly and ensuring she was suitably pampered.

The Recovery Plan

Having survived the drive, tonight’s strategy involves a bath loaded with Radox salts and a thorough application of the massage gun, wielded by an overenthusiastic Kelly. If she were any more enthusiastic, I’d need to add 'blunt force trauma' to my list of recovery concerns. Nevertheless, the hope is that by morning, I’ll be back in my running shoes, lacing up for another step towards marathon day.

The Final Stretch

Four weeks. That’s all that’s left between now and race day. It’s a strange point in training, where the body protests, the mind panics, and you begin to suspect that time is engaged in some personal vendetta against you. But setbacks aside, the focus remains the same: get to the start line in one piece, and then deal with the small matter of 26.2 miles.

Tomorrow, the plan is to ease back in. The marathon waits for no one, and though today was about patience, tomorrow is about progress.

Location: Sittingbourne, UK

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