ice ice baby
And no, I don’t mean the Jedward version. I’m a Vanilla Ice sort of girl, and yes, I know that shows my age.
So here I am. Rested and iced yesterday, felt okay this morning, didn’t call the doctor. (Yes, I know.)
Breakfast, packed lunches, school run, preschool run. Quick visit to my mum, who told me off for not organising accommodation for the marathon before now (sorry Mum, I know, just because you work in the industry is no reason to leave it till the last minute, etc, etc…).
Picked up littlest marathonchick from preschool, gave him lunch, and spent the afternoon resting with icepacks on all sore bits. Hrmm. I’m not quite sure why my ankle took two days to decide it was sore, but I’m planning a gentle 3.75 tomorrow which I’m going to take super-slowly.
Talking of slowly, my lovely friend L pointed something out to me last night. I’m constantly telling everyone to remember that I am mega slow and that there’s lots more walk than jog on my runs. But I covered 10.51 miles on Saturday, and that’s a long way for a chocoholic couch potato. So yay me.
