While we may know it to be true
that there will be casualties in any war it is always safe to assume that
there will be casualties in any marathon training.
These vary from person to person
and can include:
·
Blisters.
·
Pints on a
Saturday night.
·
Battered
sausages on the way home.
·
Nipple
chafing.
·
Sunday
lie-ins.
·
Champions
League football or the latest box-set.
·
Fledging
relationships (although we certainly hope not).
·
Welts.
For me it is one of my toenails.
It is the toe next-door to my right-foot Big-Toe
Thankfully the suffering has gone
and there is no longer any pain. It has just gone black and the only question
now is when. Will it stay with me for the 26.2 or depart before then.
There will be no removal, no
funeral, no month’s mind or no obituary but it will be missed, at least until
mid-November when in the words of a running friend, runner’s spring will begin
and things will grow anew.
Yesterday’s training
Rest. Which, is expected but with the feeling
of a sore throat, might extend a second
day.

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