Basically, I've been avoiding running - I'm a lazy person who has never achieved a runner's high and is perpetually miffed about that - and using the dodgy Achilles has been a brilliant excuse.
But this morning was cold and sunny, a lovely Autumnal start to the day and so I went for a run and to hell with the lame excuse. (see what I did there)
It was OK. My left leg, the achy one, still feels stiff, overcompensating for my arthritic right toe (I'm such a fine specimen) but it didn't kick off like it did that one time.
4.54 km (further than I thought - and mostly flat)
6m 35 per km - really not too shabby considering I hit a very tired patch, completely ran out of energy and slowed right down. I didn't walk as I was listening to Sir Chris Hoy on Five Live and he was going on about how success comes with people working at it and how important exercise is for good mental health. Can't argue with that.
