For two nights I have slept properly so it is time to declare my illness over.
A quick survey of the wreckage reveals 2 weeks of no running, poor sleep, staying awake at night sucking cough sweets (full of sugar so not low carb), a couple of parties involving a moderate amount of alcohol consumption, wheat based deserts and high heels, also some cosy afternoons toasting marshmallows and watching films with my son. There’s been a little bit of weight gain and a few aches and pains in my knees. It’s time to get back into the routine that was working so well for me.
Today I started with a recovery walk and I managed to persuade my 12yr old to come with me. I only persuaded him because I offered to ‘cheat’. Our house is at 400ft elevation and we drove to a car park at 1000 ft so that we could enjoy the views.
it was lovely to be out. We walked a couple of miles and climbed another 500ft. We crossed Pendleton moor and found the path that leads to Pendle hill then turned back, thats a trip for another time. In all it’s about nine miles from our house, one day I hope to run there and back, (18 miles) but until then I’m planning to do segments of it then add them together.
Planning a gentle jog tomorrow!