Answer: When it is 2 rest days.
I decided against the gym today and chose instead to frenetically manage long distance calls with France to ensure Best Beloved is delivered home earlier than expected - a spot of severe homesickness from a child that knows his own mind has resulted in a bucket load of stress for his poor mother who felt parts of herself unravelling today.
The good news is that flights and escorts are in place and my calves had an extra day of rest. I'm pretty sure at some point today I heard my calves conversing with each other. I picked up on snatches of the conversation - someting along the lines of "It must be Christmas"...
So, gym option rolls over to tomorrow - still planning on avoiding treadmill and using bikes and rowers prior to physio appt.
I have also had some tests today to confirm an irregular heart beat that cropped up yesterday is indeed down to maternal neurosis instead of the long run - looks like I'm right but all the Runningblogs were clear - GET IT CHECKED! So I did.
Other, more fabulous news is that the visist from my trainer, Muscles, on Monday confirmed that I am now within the healthy weight : height ratio as set down by those greek gods and goddesses themselves, the powers that be.
That be what? Mostly overweight and unfit by their own definition maybe?
Anyhoo - my increased fitness and the weight loss that follows is immensely pleasing. And a great motivator for the race. I might actually look like a runner by then ... you know what I mean, lean, drawn, and slightly haunted.
Roll on October.
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