Day 32: A Rainy Base Run and an Eye on Tomorrow's Anaerobic Challenge
After yesterday's much-needed rest day, which ended with a hot bath so infused with Epsom salts it could have doubled as a witches' brew, I laced up my trainers this morning for a 33-minute base run. The route was my usual: a trot down the hill followed by the long, steady climb back up. The weather, however, decided to remind me that marathon training is not for the faint-hearted. As I started my run, a drizzle began, quickly escalating into rain that could only be described as "enthusiastic." If there’s one thing rain teaches you, it’s humility—or at least how to distinguish between a puddle and what suspiciously resembles a small lake. Yet, despite the soggy socks and a wind that whispered unkind words in my ear, I felt surprisingly good. My legs and back, the usual suspects when it comes to post-run grumbles, seemed appeased, possibly thanks to the Epsom salt soak. I can’t say I fully believe in their magical properties, but whatever the reason, I’m not about to a...