Off-road running 39:39 [3] 3.9 mi (10:10 / mi)
We unexpectedly found ourselves with a 2 hour kid-free window. We have to take the opportunity to go running together, declares Ray. Do we...really? I think, while smiling and agreeing. Where to, I ask. Arthur's Seat, Ray declares.
We jog there, my body barely moving, and Ray tells me he doesn't want a hilly run. Then why are we at Arthur's seat I think to myself. I remembered a mile in that my hip flexor was flaring up yesterday. Ouch. Getting sore. Then I do an Oleg and inexplicably manage to fall in such a way that I find myself rolling around in the biggest muddiest puddle around. Then Ray tells me he wants to do laps of the XC field (how tedious). After getting to bed v late v much the worse for wear, and getting up at 7 to take Laurence to swimming, my tolerance for running was wearing thin. I then spied Jet jogging in the direction of my house and announced that it was probably best that I let him do laps by himself, and had a nice catch up with Jet on my way home.
Bad hip flexor is not good news.