Day 88: The Fridge Fights Back
A Morning of Regret Today did not start well. I am a firm believer that household appliances should remain in their designated spots and not take it upon themselves to launch surprise attacks. Unfortunately, my fridge disagreed and in a moment of sheer domestic betrayal, it attempted to introduce itself to my foot at high velocity. This, naturally, was an experience I do not recommend. Upon waking this morning, I discovered that in my valiant effort to prevent the fridge from completing its assault on my foot, I had also managed to tweak my lower back. Gravity, it seems, has a cruel sense of humour. The Shuffle of Determination With my foot throbbing and my back feeling as though it was held together with hope and misplaced confidence, I embarked on my scheduled run. It was supposed to be a threshold session: 4 x 6-minute efforts at a pace that could be described as "faster than comfortable." What I managed was more of a determined shuffle, the kind usually reserved for peopl...