A hitch in my stride
So the plan has been going well, 4 workouts in the last 7 days. It would have been 5. Last night I went to bed, determined to go out today and put some miles into my legs. Today, I woke up with a stinking cold. Until about 1pm I brushed it off and told myself that I’d go out and ‘run it off’. Many sopping wet, sometimes blood-filled tissues later, I decided that probably wasn’t the wisest course of action. And…