Just back from a run on the road bike, just a brief 13 mile trip to Finstown and back, as I've been advised to back off the miles for a bit until my sore knee abates. However I hit it as hard as I could and did it at an average of 18.8 mph, which is good for me.
I felt as though my heart was bursting out of my chest, but I think this is a psychosomatic response to my doctor speed reading my last echocardiogram to me, concentrating on the scary bits ("muscle wall thickening, right ventricular hypertrophy") then telling me it was reasonably okay and in many ways (not all??) typical of a fit adult male.
Thanks for that, saucy Dutch lady doctor.
I get all the heart monitoring as my resting pulse goes down to 32, which scares the doctors, and also me when I have to wait for 2 seconds between blips of the HRM. But it's been like this for about 30 years, anyway.
Did a ten-miler on the folder yesterday too, and have read big chunks of my Fausto Coppi book I got for Christmas. Some good.
Time for a shower, and a glass of milk as my heartburn is killing me. Hopefully only metaphorically.