Yesterday Mrs S and I ran the Southampton parkrun. This was double exciting because (a) it was Sue's first one ever and (b) it was my first once since May, when the whole Achilles heel thing took over.
It was a very festive event, with lots of Santa-esque fancy dress, and a bunch of familiar faces from work. We took it at a steady pace, consistently catching others, especially on the hills. We finished in a touch over 27:30, and we were both delighted.
So I finally seem to be free of chronic discomfort in my left heel, and it feels - to be honest, it feels a bit weird. I get up in each morning fully ready for the familiar twinge when I take my first step, but it's no longer there. Moreover, this week I've run on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and today and all is well.
Caution, caution, caution... it's still relatively early days. After so many months in the wilderness this year, I'm absolutely not about to blow it. My plan is to gradually work up to 5 miles or so at a very gentle pace, and then... I've no idea to be honest... One thing at a time. But this running lark sure feels good. Merry Christmas!
