OUCH!!

I think I might be in a bit of trouble.

You remember that king-sized blister I mentioned last night? Well it is really, REALLY painful. Walking on it is a bit tricky, so you can forget running. What's more is that I'm sure the calf injury is as a result of the blister....blister on foot = running instinctively trying to avoid putting weight on said blister = straining the leg = guess what??? injuring muscles in said leg.

If only I had worked this out before it happened then it might not have happened (who am I trying to kid??....I'd still have gone blundering out running when I shouldn't!) as now it is looking suspiciously like a no-running weekend. I am not prepared to risk the war for the sake of a battle. A few days rest and then carrying on is surely going to be a better option than going out for a run and REALLY knackering my leg, and along with it my chances of running London.

I can't help but be worried. Things were going so well, and now I am going backwards merely by standing still. Not fun.

Like so many things however, I can moan by arse off about it, but it's still going to have to be the same decision. So; I can make the decision, and waste the weekend in worry, or I can make the decision and enjoy the rest, catch up on all that 'stuff' that keeps piling up, and get my leg and foot back to full fitness. Does that sound like a no-brainer to you?? Yep, me too.

Also going to use the weekend to find a solution to the blister thing (sorry to keep going on about it, but it HURTS!!) - asides from not being an idiot and running 14 miles in a new pair of running shoes that is - I feel some googling coming on.

Long journey home tonight as usual, and it's time for a very early night. Had my beans on toast for tea, and the electric blanket should by now be the approximate temperature of a nuclear reactor (it's chilly out theeeerre! nothing better than hopping into a toasty - or in this case third-degree burn scalding - bed!!).

Nightie night.

P.S. 52 days......