Finding certainty: balancing training and life

I cut back my Sunday long run, but it was still too much.

By 8K, my Achilles and left calf were already starting to play up. I was genuinely tired, but I still pushed through: 10K easy plus about 2K at tempo. The result showed up on Tuesday — my motivation was gone. Sure, work deadlines and bad sleep didn’t help, but I can’t ignore the signal.

The end of the week was harder. Work urgency ramped up, and my kid caught a fever. Luckily, I have a secret weapon: pram jogs. Huge relief that my one-year-old can sit in there for more than an hour.