For the first time in my life, I am truly appreciative of the benefits of Norfolk.
As someone who grew up and now lives in the very hilly city of Bath, surrounded by the beautiful Cotswold hills, I feel safe and secure, surrounded by hills, like sleeping dragons looking down on me.
In terms of running, the hills have been great. Before injury, my fitness was greatly improved by hauling my ass up the hills around and about. More recently, I had been told to stick to flat runs so my 2 milers have been along what I'd thought was a flat route ... until Monday!
Monday I decided to up distance to 4 miles as planned, and to try the Bristol - Bath cycle route. Which is flat.
And I mean F-L-A-T! I'd had no idea how hilly my everyday route is. I know that might sound odd, and I assure you I don't have some wierd inner ear condition, but hills are relative - and relative to the biggies, these are teeny. But these invisible hills have clearly done their bit because the 4 mile run along the cycle path was easier than I thought. And once again, the mad woman in my head was remarkably quiet!
On a darker note - there were definite tones of Blair Witch on the outward couple of miles as I didn't see another living soul ... with the exception of several hundred tits.
***Breaking leg news***
Not breaking leg.
Breaking news vis-a-vis leg.
See?
Anyhoo....
I have managed to pull my lower soleus near where it joins my achilles - this time on my left leg. It hurts to walk so back on the bike for a few days until it calms down.
Do you have any idea how sick to the back teeth I am of the twinges and strains?
Seriously.
Very ... very over it.
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