A rest day. I need it. Even my fingers are groggy today.

After yesterday’s run we went out for a nice meal. We were very sensible and walked the 2.5 miles to Gunwharf Quays which helped shift any debris from our leg muscles. We enjoyed a bottle of wine with the meal (a shellfish platter – very good for runners) because red wine’s not such a sin, it’s full of anti-oxidants… but the pint of beer and the cocktail jug may not have weighed in my favour. The result is that I woke up with lead legs.

A bacon sandwich helped a little, and a few cups of tea helped too. But hey, this is a rest day, and rest days can involve such niceties.

And there’s a six-nations match on too, which I can watch with the contented relaxation of a man who’s on a strictly enforced rest day. I’m off to put the kettle on again now.