The week started badly with an easy run that felt easy, then got twinge-y and then included and unscheduled meeting between knees and pavement. Hobbled home feeling sad for myself but very glad that the hitch-hiker was is no danger at any point (also had a hospital appointment anyway that afternoon which was a nice extra check). PSOAS / groin still giving me grief so took extra rest days towards the end of the week. Hoping this isn't the beginning of the end, as I'm really craving hard runs and sessions now. Sigh. Still, I can make it to track and I can live vicariously through Mr B, who put in a great showing at the London XC Championships on a drizzley Parliament Hill on Saturday. It was great to be on cheer-duties with Simon and Lorna.