Sunday I was hoping for the best.  Got on the bike for an hour, felt alright. Later in the evening did a solid strength routine focusing on my legs. Felt fine. After the kids went to bed attempted a run around the neighborhood. Was limping within 100 meters. Down we go. Can’t afford another physio visit until I get paid and I guess I’m unsure of availability anyway. 

Probably OD on ibuprofen and hope for the best when up in the Peak District this week. Such a shame the one opportunity I get to run on new trails with like minded people and I’m injured to the point I can even just take it easy. 

Trying to stay positive is hard when no one around understands the importance of this activity to me.