The only thing that'll wake me up the morning after Long-Distance-Sunday... A croissant, a sausage roll, lots of green tea and the latest episode of Glee.
It's bad. Real bad. It's not only my legs that just won't move, it's my entire body. My stomach, my fingers, my throat, my head... It feels like a bad case of the flu. I'm not sure running such insane long distances is serving my health very well.
Oh well, I suppose my body just needs some time getting used to this. Those first 25K yesterday were nothing, only two months ago I started crawling after running 20K. And back in march I didn't think I could finish that half marathon.
It'll be OK eventually.
Love,
Annemerel
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