A cold, frosty morning awaited me as I crept out of the flat quietly* so as not to wake the two sleeping ladies.
I had taken a two day break from running. Usually there is only one reason for me to stop running, I now have two. They both begin with 'h' and end with 'amstring'. Anyway, the latest part of the steve-and-his-dodgy-hamstring(s) saga started on Tuesday whilst performing some squats. Eagle-eyed readers may have noticed that the squat session on Tuesday was shorter than the chin-ups and push-ups. That's because during the squats my right hamstring (the good one) felt sore, so I cut the session short. Alas the damage had already been done, and the pain worsened during the day.
So, back to Friday - the pain had gone, so out for a run I went. I gingerly made my way around Tonbridge, slowing to walk a few times to avoid become the focus of attention for some mean-looking dogs on adjacent areas of grass.
Forty-odd minutes later I arrived back at the flat feeling good.
After breakfast the baby (Matilda) handed me my push-up bars - A hint maybe? I didn't want to disappoint her so I cranked out a few sets. As you can see, she also did a few.
Running: 41 minutes (7.1km)
Push-ups: 10/10/10/10/10/10/10/10/10/11 = 101 push-ups.
Matilda: push-ups - 1-and-a-bit.... ish.
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*The wife will probably disagree.
