Robbed. But not of anything much.

I may have mentioned during my last post that my achilles was playing up a tad.  Well, it got worse.  I could hardly walk when I woke up on Monday after last Sunday's hideousness and, having researched the problem, I believe I have whatever they call tendinitis now they've stopped calling it tendinitis.  (Incidentally, why 'tendinitis' in 'tendons'?  Also, why do so many spellcheckers appear not to know what apostrophes or quotation marks are?  Or, indeed, spellcheckers.)

And all the guidance is to massage (doing it), use ibuprofen (doing it, but why if there's no inflammation and hence no tendinitis), ice (started doing it) and, ahem, rest for 12 weeks.  Well, I'm sorry, but the sodding event is in 12 weeks.  So I took a week off and am happy to report that things are much improved.  I can walk like a normal person.

And I did a sodding run this morning, but my GPS appears to be having a mid-life crisis or something and despite its telling me it uploaded the details of the session to Garmin, they are not there.  I know for a fact that on the brightest day, with the fewest clouds, for many a run day, it didn't pick up my location until 13 minutes in.  So it would have all been wrong anyway.  But it would be nice to have a link to the map to prove I'd done it, nonetheless.  It was hard work and I didn't cover all that much distance, but it would be nice to know, you know?

During the run, the achilles was more of a niggle than the crippling monster I have been contending with.  Afterwards, it did get a bit worse for a while, but the stretching, massage, ibuprofen and ice have apparently sorted that out for the most part.  I'll try again Thursday (will have to be very early morning, I'm working again) and see how it goes.  Getting very nervous about being even slightly ready for the big day right now.

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