Stiff and sore Sunday

SW's parting words to me on Sunday were that I was to do a VERY easy hour on Sunday.

Pottered down to Centennial Park just before 7:30am to run with the squad. I was a little cloudy-headed after a party on Saturday night (where, gasp, I'd had a few beers) but figured an hour of 5 minute pace would be a perfect sharpener.

Saw Don Juan heading up from Anzac Parade so knew at least one person would be there.

Parked and pottered over to the squad's meeting point near Mackay Oval, did some stretches. Don Juan turned up, as did Knoxy, and we did a couple of laps of the oval in case anyone else fronted. It was immediately apparent the psoas/illiacus/hip adductor was very angry, and plagued me through the run. Still, it eased off a bit as the hour wore on, and I ended up doing 13.24km in 1:06:47, so just a touch over 5 minute per km pace. The rest of the squad joined in around 8am, and we ended up with a pretty big group.

Sorry to bang on about this, but I was very impressed with the quality of the plotting from the 205. The 301 used to have some shockers around Centennial Park, but you can't argue with the quality of the plot here...