Went out this morning intending to up the pace again for the 3.5k run. I set off with all good intentions, then...
I usually run round the local country park, which is on the site of former gravel pits, which are now lakes homing many waterfowl. I've watched one particular family of swans this year, seen the young grow from balls of fluff to adolescence, and this morning I saw one, still in grey adolescent plumage, take to the air for what must have been an early flight. I was so moved by this that I completely omitted to not put my foot in a hole... My word, thought I (that of course being the translation from the original Anglo-Saxon). Dilemma. Do I keep going, or turn round? It felt a bit sore, but hey, slow the pace, keep going, stay local then at worst it's a 20 minute hobble home.
This I did, ankle held up (although I eased off the pace and consciously shortened my stride a little), I stuck firmly to tarmacked surfaces for the rest of the run! Very surprised when Strava told me I'd done a PB for 2 miles, and 3rd fastest for 1 mile and 1k. I've dug out some tubular bandage which I'm going to keep on for the rest of the day as a precaution, need to pop to the station to pick up some rail tickets for tomorrow but I may leave that till later on, if the ankle is holding up I'll walk, otherwise I may have to admit defeat and get the car out!
Ankle, calf and magic plan 
Magic 10 - W3 7K and boredom
Ticking off those magic plan runs 
