Day 98 – Fruit & Lemon Pancakes and the Art of Doing Nothing
A Rest Day, Blessed Be After a week spent tentatively reintroducing myself to the concept of running (my legs were not particularly pleased to see me), and yesterday’s threshold run which could generously be described as “ambitious” and less generously as “utterly daft,” I was more than ready for a break. So when I woke this morning and saw my Garmin suggesting a rest day, it felt like the universe – or at least a very smug wrist-based algorithm – was offering me a reprieve. To be honest, I needed it. My sleep has been patchy all week, the kind of nights where you wake at 3 a.m. for no reason except to stare at the ceiling and overthink decisions you made in 2001. That kind of tired worms its way deep into the bones and no amount of coffee or protein powder can magic it away. Breakfast: A Civilised Affair There’s a quiet joy in Friday rest days. They bring with them a change of pace – and, more importantly, a change of breakfast. When you’re not trying to line your stomach before a...