This running malarkey is getting larger claws into me and I feel like I need to maybe be careful about what I'm trying to do - in the last few days I've run 10k up a 629-foot hill and back down again because I was bored between work and going out for drinks, then the same route again just to show my friend the view, then 15k along god-knows-how-many hills to get to the next town over to go for a cheeseburger (the shop was closed), then another quick jaunt around town tonight to work out a little stiffness... 

I need to not go running tomorrow.

For someone who still considers running something that I am not going to get 'super serious' about, I also surprised myself by buying a bit of kit to actually help with it - a lowly £3 bumbag. This meant that the 15k outing was also the first time that I'd eaten while out running (bumbag-fresh jellybeans at around the 10k mark) and it was fantastic - I actually felt a real difference for having the sugar and had a very smooth final 5km afterwards (I realise that 'eating is kind of good' is sort of an obvious point).

I guess we'll see what happens from here - I think the next lesson I'll learn (pretty quickly) is exactly how far I can push myself in terms of not resting between days. I know I need to rest, I really do, but the temptation to get back out there is pretty strong...

I need to not go running tomorrow.