I woke up with sore, no-more-please legs but I knew I had work to do so I dragged them two sorry legs to the road. I told the God-no legs that it will just be a recovery run and speed wont be an issue. It went well actually, with the 19th Km being the fastest K I have done in the last 60 days.
And in that 19th K, some little girl actually kicked my ass. She must have been six years or so and really wanted to impress me. She almost ran into my legs!
Here is how it went: