Over the past week I ran a total of 30km over 4 days; mainly hills and hill repeats to try and get strength back in my legs. On Monday I ran a short 5km in my new Nike Frees which feel fantastic, like running in lightly cushioned socks, but this pair looks hideous.
So unlike these georgeous hush puppies.
Yana Paskova image for New York Times
Tuesday I ran hill repeats at Turriemetta. The next morning my ribs were really sore – must have pulled an abdominal muscle - not sure how I did this. I took two days off running to let it settle. On Friday ran another hill repeats session – feeling a little stronger, just a little.
Sunday morning was incredibly humid as I headed out the door just after 5am. I ran a lethargic 8km to the Basin in a fog of depression. While I never take my wellness for granted, I was not enjoying the lumbering feeling of my body as I wheezed my way up the stairs to the headland. I just could not connect with the beauty of the landscape that surrounded me – the full moon in the west and the predawn light over the ocean on the horizon. Neither the run nor the landscape lifted my mood. Maybe it was the influence of the Blue Moon.
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