Which is a relief because I ran 14km last night and felt terrible. Tonight I ran 8km in 38 minutes, and I felt like a runner. The change is notable - suddenly I felt balanced and smooth, like I know how to run, whereas yesterday I was plodding and staggering along. I'm still knackered, but it's a good knackered.
It's nice to feel like a runner. I saw the manager of a local restaurant when I was out last week, and she was also running. When I went to collect my take away the following evening, she recognised me: "did you have a good jog last night?". Bloody hell - I'm not a jogger, I'm a runner! Damn cheek.
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