This weekend I've made myself cold an stiff through a combination of sitting on a motorbike for 6 hours, trying to sleep in a cold tent and chatting in a drafty marquee. I probably ate too much pasta and sauce on saturday night too; or maybe too much foccacia first?
It seemed wise to pop out this evening for a few km even though drizzle had well and truly set in. My little interval loop seemed worth a try but I couldn't motivate myself, or more correctly my still limbs, to travel very quickly. At least I'd tried.
I'm looking forward to a massage on Tuesday; my thought of getting a smaller tent was quashed when I found how restrictive the current one is!