…is a right pain in the arse. Probably caused by running hard (Edinburgh 1/2 Marathon with Sandy Cleland) on shoes that were past it, then not resting up. Last week was a big running week for me, about 60km, and I’m now hobbling about. Remedies include massaging with Tiger Balm (homeopathy I guess, but it smells great) and rolling a frozen Sigg bottle on the floor with knackered foot. Hope it’s OK by tomorrow, hill reps on the bike. Wikipedia Plantar fasciitis >>>
Thetford (Norfolk) is fabulous. Well, the forest is anyway. A morning run on trail and track, in the sun, lifts the spirits, but tires the legs – 19km! Amazed to hear Cuckoo calling near the range (juvenile bird? I thought all adults were back in Africa, or maybe just leaving) and glad to see and hear Woodlark in the clear-fell areas north of Mayday Farm [Yes, these are now in BirdTrack].