As so often happens my great plans hit a hurdle. Flying back from Melbourne last Thursday night I just didn't feel right. At least two of the team sequestered on the Fosters project had managed to pick up a bug and sure enough it found it's way to me. So the mega weekend became a mega chocolate weekend instead of a mega training weekend. The weather also packed up terribly for our trip to Kingscliff so the big ride didn't eventuate and we spent the whole 3 days running between buildings.
It wasn't all bad, the enforced rest certainly helped and I even managed consecutive days of gentle running without any adverse consequences. On our return this afternoon I had time to squeeze in a swim, this also went pretty well. An easy 2200 metres and came out feeling very comfortable. Now to resurrect the week with a decent set over the weekend.
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