When I woke up this morning, my plantar fascia sent me a clear message that today was not a day for running. To be fair, I put five miles on it yesterday, between the good run in the morning and a hasty trip to the Royal Oak in the afternoon; no foot tissue was loafing because of cancelling my morning run. I’d have liked to capitalise on yesterday’s good day, but…
Ths afternoon, into town to check my mail, retype the Greek part of my Greek textbook in anticipation of releasing an Open Access version of it someday, and rehabbing my recalcitrant heel.