I have had different sorts of relationships with rest days over the years.
In my mid-twenties I ran with a group for long runs on Saturday mornings. I was running six days a week at the time, which meant I typically took my one and only rest day of the week on Sundays. That was a good relationship. I enjoyed the time with friends, and often (being in my mid-twenties as I was) I would have been out late on Saturday night, so it was a good day to set aside for, well, just about nothing. Continue reading