I’ll give you one guess about how my 11km long run went this morning. If you said fantastically you would be so very wrong. My ankle which I rolled on Friday night ached from the outset. My lungs which have been fighting off a cold thought the idea of breathing was a joke. Most upsettingly, my knee collapsed on me again at 7.5km. Completely unexpectedly again. I attempted running again but it really hurt too much. So I ran 7.5 and walked 3.5. And now I am in a less than stellar Sunday morning mood. But setbacks are normal in running, and I’ve got through worse before. I just have to keep telling myself that.