Well that went well...

There is an element of sarcasm in the title.
I decided that today was the day. The doc advised me to have a month off running, and I have. So I donned my West Brom Harriers T shirt -and trainers, shorts and socks- at lunchtime and ventured out.

It didn't go very well, and my achilles is still hurting. At least I have a physio appointment next week, I suppose.

I may end up having to choose between Stafford half and London marathon.