run 2: went alright,not too far, not too out of puff. Both achilles a bit rooted next morning
run 3: few days later, both achilles still stiff, whatevs, I'll just run it off. Big mistake. They soon stiffened up to hell. Ended up hobbling home. Next morning, total devastation. Turns out I am no longer 18-years old. Felt like huge rubber bands had twanged in both achilles and everything'd gone all slack. Oh no. I will never dance again. My admittedly outside shot for a bench spot at upcoming world cup in ruins. Oh God. I have to break the news to Shag. "I hope you're sitting down, chief." "Who is this?"
run 4: after about 2 weeks of rooted achilles gamminess I had another burl and despite still feeling the achilles was amazed how well it went. Maybe using science the body repairs itself? Once something has been broken down it comes back stronger? Went about 3 km, not out of puff at all. Of course I was only gingerly shuffling along like an 80-year old cripple but still beats barge-arsing it on the couch.
pfitz you should get that bung-eyed issue seen to, I trust you've done a potluck self-diagnosis via internet?
It is my opinion that you could have highly-contagious terminal brain cancer.
There, that's the worst case internet-generated scenario out of the way, things are looking up already.