July 28th, 2012



Today I ran 3km, mostly downhill, from The Cliff to home, on tarseal. It's the first time I've run any distance on tarseal that wasn't in gumboots behind a mob of stampeding sheep that my 12-year-old heading dog couldn't stop..


Anyway, in 2002 I tore a bunch of ligaments in my left ankle after a bouldering fall, which took nearly a year to recover from. It was nasty. And after my first non-treadmill run since then, that ankle is paining me. Not bad, just letting me know it doesn't like it.

Fuck old injuries. Seriously.