Achilles, the Trojan War Hero of Greek Mythology

His Mother tried to make him immortal by dipping him in some holy river or other, unfortunately she missed a bit at the back of his heel and it was an arrow that hit that exact spot that killed him. I'm wondering what other parts of my body were missed by the holy water (is that what they use?)at my christening.

I had taken another week's rest after the pain in my right achilles returned, though last night decided to try it out again. Su and I set off to do the usual 'Downs' run, we took a steady pace in an attempt not to cause anymore inflammation or pain. I was nervous and realised I was compensating when my calf muscle and shin started to ache at about 3 miles, so I decided to relax into the pace and see what happened.

Things were going well, so well infact that when we passed Funderworld (or better known-pay eleven pounds to get your head kicked in, verbally abused or at best gobbed on), which has been set up on the Downs over the Easter holiday, a tune from my running play list was blasting out (see the young, trendy and err sordid play one of the songs on my play list so I must be a little bit kewl, at least?) Anyway this spurred us on and we decided to double loop the Downs before going back through Westbury Park taking us to 6 miles, according to mapmyrun. A jolly well done to M for keeping up cycling, managing to avoid the traffic and who's bike I was eyeing up as an emergency vehicle should I have needed one.

When I got home I did not sit in an iced cold bath (lesson learned) but I did shower the back of my ankle with freezing cold water, stretched and massaged the area. However today, not only have I woken up with a stonking cold but I also find myself, yet again, sat at my desk with icepacks shoved down my socks to ease the pain in my right achilles tendon. I am not only frustrated but I am also very sad, tomorrow I head up North to family for Easter and now I will no longer be having a guilt-free chocolate fest. Boo Hiss.