Thursday night: smashed my best time for a run which I had set five years ago and thought I'd never beat.
Saturday night: kicked the edge of a pothole in front of speed bump and slid across the top of the speed bump on my chest. Some of the worst road rash I've had in 40 years of running. Ran on for half an hour with one knee fairly sore and the cold breeze making the cuts sting like hell. Made me ponder the fortitude required by the cyclists who get up after hitting the ground much harder, chase to rejoin the peloton and then grimly hang on knowing they will have to ride through pain the next day too.