So Tuesday was a rest day. It wasn't supposed to be, but it was as I had a family thing going on. I did make it to physiotherapy. That was incredibly needed, man.
I wanted to get out for at least a walk, but I was needed as a husband.
Wednesday I wanted to lift, but again.... I was needed to be a dad. I did get a 4km walk/run in before sunset, after the kids were in bed.
That felt good.
Can you tell when I started to run?