Thursday & Friday (in the AM) ran 4 miles and felt pretty decent during both runs.
Friday (later in the AM) through till Sunday evening was on the lash in Liverpool on the brother's stag. Ridiculous times were had, with the height of exercise being part of a scrum that drove an English stag from one end of Concert Square to the other.
Monday and today ran 4 miles. Yesterday felt like I had a red hot poker stuck down my windpipe during the run, but felt pretty close to normal by today.
Coste, I was trying to get all reflective and deep with the new pic, but since the message is perseverance, I'll leave you with this one instead.