Frozen peas. What I've learned this week is that every runner should have a packet of frozen peas stashed close to hand. The achilles is aching, in a dull anxiety-inducing sort of way. To run or to rest? To ignore and ice it, or molly-coddle and indulge it? Wild weather at the weekend had me glad, sort of, to ease off and stay home instead of train as planned. But that's another long run missed, making the marathon goal that bit harder to attain. God damn it, injury is crap.
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