This was in every essence of the word(s) a recovery run. Woke up this morning with some pretty toight soleuseseses/soleuii(?)/calf muscles. However, as soon as I started the run the legs surprised me by feeling a ton better than I expected them too. Forced myself to keep it very easy, which I succeeded in doing. Had a good weights/stretch routine post run. Thankfully the odd tweak in the shin I had during the run yesterday was totally absent today, and any apprehension about how the legs would respond to coming off the concrete yesterday unfounded. Hooray for me.
Yesterday, after 4 years of owning, and 3 prior failed attempts, I finally completed James Joyce's Ulysses. Apparently this is the most lied about book worldwide in terms of readership. I can't understand why people would want to claim to read it. If they actually attempted it they would quickly realise it's terrible. I want the 4-5 months I just spent slogging through it back. It's verbal spew. I kept telling myself to perservere in the expectancy that untold knowledge and wisdom would be bestowed upon me in its final pages. Nuh uh. Apparently people were as/more sexually active in Dublin in 1904 than now. And that's about as good as it gets. Give me Lord of the Rings anyday.