Dear Diary…

This time I DID meet the lads (well, lad) for a fast tempo effort around Fitz Park.

Rupert and I tore the legs off each other charging around on the grass for 18′ at 8:15/mi pace.

Pain is temporary, glory lasts forever, right?

Felt the foot from the off, nothing escalated but it’s still a worry. It’d be interesting to have a look at some studies on the psychosomatic element of injuries, as I’m pretty certain that you can make things worse / not-better just by thinking you should still be sore / injured even though you’re probably pretty much fine.

Sehr interessant.

It’ll be 8 week on Friday since I did it. That’s about the upper limit of the normal, or at least, the quoted, recovery period for stress reactions / fractures.

If it goes much past that then I’ll be setting myself up as a human centipede affixed to a cow’s udders for as long as it takes to get the requisite calcium into me and my old bones.

FML.