The Butlins weekend is over and I know I've consumed far too much food and drink - but not today, I hasten to add. Bloody good days, bloody good days.
I haven't trained since last Thursday and the withdrawal symptoms have set in. I need to get back to the running before I forget what my legs are for but the balls - wait, for it, wait for it - of my feet are still sore - high heels are not the most comfortable form of footwear ever invented so it was an hour on the bike tonight before burger and chips - lovely.
Now it's time to get back to normal - or as normal as I can manage - ahead of work tomorrow.