Training Log Archive: bradc

I managed to cadge a lift on an early sailing back to Mallaig, on the community "Spanish John" landing craft, with the plan of driving the 65 miles around to the head of Glen Dessary, from where I was to launch an assault of Sgurr na Ciche and its two neighbours - a good walk. Unfortunately my right achilles was pretty sore, so I thought I'd try on my boots - arrrghh! Sore sore sore.

So, not a blister. Suddenly that sharp pain seemed very familiar. Just like it felt like when I was recovering after the heel surgery. I must have pushed it too far. Sigh. Ice ice ice and rest rest rest. That'll be the end of the walking then.

Drove home. Tried to get out of the car. Back seized. Oh well, if I'm going to be crocked, I might as well be completely crocked.