I was on the sofa two hours after doing 5k park run, with thighs feeling like concrete and a hot water bottle between them. I used the excuse that I’m a cyclist not a runner but, frankly, that rather weak cop-out did nothing to make me feel less old, worn out and inadequate.
Already have the leg blanket for cold days in the garden office. Exchanged the slippers for some less tartan but equally fleecy ones.