Friday, July 17, 2009

I'm not letting Paris anywhere near me...

as my achiles is still sore.

We went for a short run before lunch - and short as in, really not very far at all. And now I think about it, we ran at a pathetically slow pace as well - I think I've walked faster than we did today.

Helen is going to be racing tomorrow but I've decided it would be fool hardy in light on the achiles plus the fact I want to make sure it's all eased back ahead of next weeks long race.

This afternoon we went to see Bruno at the flicks - oh my. Oh my, oh my, oh my. It is cringing in the extreme. In places it is hilarious but at points I had to turn away for fear of cringing myself to death...