I knocked out 16 miles yesterday (about 2hrs worth of running) and was planning on taking today off and doing a half-marathon tomorrow. What's that phrase? "The best laid plans..." Well, I am now hobbling around the house and grimacing with each step. It's my right achilles that is bothering me -- a kind of sore, burning sensation. It isn't swollen, which makes me think I just stepped on it funny (as opposed to developing tendonitis). So no race tomorrow, that kills me. And it looks like I may be in the pool and on the bike for at least a day or two.
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