Recovery blues

The only problem about recovering from Comrades; from a big near 12-hour challenge, also from monnths of training almost as hard as I can.

I can’t run.

Otherwise its great. Lazy easy runs, time to enjoy them. Feeling strength return. Run-health fizzing through me. Good memories on my pillow, medal under it. Why not?

But I want more.

Outside the moon is full, the winter warm, my legs itch.

Not only is this a rest day, it’s also a Robyn gym day.

So I pause. Too soon 14-month old Emily wakes.

She calms out in the still-bright, still-rich, still morning moonlight.