When I got back home in the evening, I cautiously tried a run on the treadmill. Almost immediately, I began to feel sore but I wasn’t in the kind of pain I felt on Sunday. Still, not good.
But I had to be one of those runners who tries to run it off or just go on because the run means too much.
At any rate, I toggled at a very easy pace and finished five kilometres. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a quick recovery. Feeling nothing less than a lump of lard.
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