Juneathon 12th. I Did Not Run.

Sometimes, the best course of action is inaction. Unfortunately, this is a lesson that most runners learn the hard way. Today, it was not sensible for me to run, so I didn't. It wasn't that I didn't want to, just that I really, honestly knew I mustn't as I should be resting ahead of attempting to provide a 4:45 pacing service at the Liverpool Rock 'n' Roll Marathon on Sunday.

Instead, I worked out my run-frustration with an hour of swimming and a Pilates class. Woop.

Yesterday, I politely refrained from inflicting a photo of my thigh on the interwebs, electing instead to illustrate a bee related RTA with a recycled drawing of a Pea Bee (PB, Personal Best, geddit?). Today however, I am not being so modest and am visually broadcasting a surprising amount of residual angry redness. you can guess, of course, that the bee got the worst part of this particular bargain, however, I'm betraying my vegan status somewhat by having extremely little sympathy for the little blighter. Grrr.

Ow.