Day 80 – Tired Legs and Unexpected Naps
Heavy Legs and Light Ambitions After the longer run yesterday, I woke up today with legs that felt like they’d spent the night reconsidering their life choices. Walking to the bathroom was less a movement and more a negotiation between willpower and gravity – and gravity, it turns out, is a very persistent negotiator. On the schedule this morning was a 35-minute base run, intended to ease the muscles back into action gently, like a friendly nudge from someone who wants you to jog but doesn’t want to get punched for suggesting it. I set out early, as usual, in the half-light of morning where only runners, foxes and questionable life decisions roam. The run itself was uneventful, apart from the ongoing commentary from my legs, which could be summed up as “are we really doing this?” Still, the base pace did its job. Things loosened up over time, albeit in the same way a stubborn jar lid eventually gives in — with a sense of begrudging resignation. By the end, I was grateful for the shor...