After the longest running weekend for two years (21.5 miles since Friday), my legs were a touch sore today. Only below the knees, but sore enough to be annoying.
Knowing I fancied 5 miles this evening to keep on top of my new 150 mile target (mainly to avoid having to do longer runs this coming weekend in case I’m still tired), this wasn’t good.
Getting home and finding cool radiators with all the signs that they should be warm wasn’t good. Checking the obvious bits for failure (thermostat, air, time clock) and finding none wasn’t good. Checking the hot water circuit and finding the same wasn’t good. Surmising that the boiler has failed and then going for a run wasn’t the best way to head out, to be honest.
But the boiler situation messed my brain and my first mile was tragically fast, concentrating on all things other than pace. So the others were correspondingly painful, especially on the outsides of each of my shins.
Most of the run was spent wondering how badly my legs would feel at the end of the run. I intended doing a short loop of the odd housing estate first (odd in that it doesn’t belong to any of the others around here), then simply barging up the bypass and coming home via the same loop as I went out.
But I sacked off the final loop (which is about .75 miles) and headed home for more boiler investigations.
4.6 miles isn’t too appalling, considering.
Looking at a new boiler to have a comfortable life is. At least it’s not a combi-boiler, so as long as the immersion heater still works…
127 runs, 96 exercises, 47 cycles to go.
