This morning, I refused to go out for a run for the first time since training began, despite getting up at 6am. One look out of the window was enough to send me back to bed. Not only was the rain pelting down in bucket-loads, the wind was howling as well. Maybe it’s the tail end of Katrina, or maybe it’s just plain old bad Irish weather, but it certainly didn’t invite running. I also missed soccer last night due to work overtime.
Ah well, at least the old shin splints are getting some rest.