To quote Adrian Mole...... OH JOY! OH RAPTURE! After two recent parkruns four weeks apart knackering my leg AGAIN, I went back to running club last night for the first time since my 10k. I've run in between times, but have been hurting myself most times. I ran at the back, with the leader. Just three of us in that little gang, out of a total of 22 runners. We talked all the way round. I've never talked and run before! It took ages to do 5.5km but I loved every minute, and my legs are fine. Fine! None of this 'run 3km then have to stop/limp/swear/walk/cry for 2km' that I HAD been doing. Average pace was 8.30m/km. My habitual 'I have to run THIS fast' pace is way faster. WAS way faster. Eureka! I'm a tortoise, not a hare! And I couldn't be happier about it - I felt super-comfortable the whole way, and could have very easily just kept going. HURRAH! In other news I registered two weeks ago for a local 10k (before my latest parkrun disaster) next month. As of last night I'm looking forward to it. Slow and steady will get me round. Found I went low rather than high straight afterwards - probably as it was sustained effort rather than fast and furious - and after dealing with that I kept checking all evening and night - sugars were spot on. Yay!