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Day 151
How lovely to have the option to 'work from home', or 'be unemployed', 'resting', or however you want to put it to make yourself feel better.
I am suspiciously not suffering any DOMS (Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness) following Saturday's marathon-and-a-bit. Certainly I did not try as hard as I did at Berlin, when I had the worst aching ever, but then neither did I sleep on the overnight train from Paris, with too little food to eat immediately after the marathon. Mostly the lack of ache is, I reckon, attributable to the trail. Not running hard and as fast as possible on tarmac has reduced the inflammation and helped my poor old joints. That said, I have stretched assiduously, slept long and late, eaten almost constantly, so looking after number one has been more of a priority in the days immediately after this, my ninth marathon. As always, after a greatly anticipated race, my mood is fragile. So for the mid September sunshine, the absent snoring husband, the prospect of a few big dinners with my son, who's come to stay from his home in Berlin for a week, I am duly grateful.
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