After yesterday's long run my little toes look as bad as Berlusconi's face. I was a bit worried about blisters so I put some preemptive plasters on the toes that usually make a mess, and instead I got blisters from the plasters. Sigh.
So this morning I got Ross to drive me to the train station and then did my 40 minutes around Holyrood Park, with my toes squealing and my right calf twinging. Despite the cold and the pain it was a lovely run, easy and steady. (Re-read that last sentence and have me committed. Really.)
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Quick hi to say you're doing awesome despite the cold and the pain! Well done :-)
ReplyDeletemad, you are, quite mad. wish i had your drive and determination... but i reckon drinking tomato juice on the long haul flights and not touching the wine or the cognac comes close!
ReplyDeleteNom nom NOM. Meatloaf.
ReplyDeleteHey, no runs this week?
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