OK. It wasn't better in the morning. Or the next morning.

So I've now been to the physio who initially said it could be Anterior Compartment Syndrome, which I'd read about and which sounded ultra serious, but was more likely to be a damaged/inflamed tendon which just required some treatment, a lot of icing and a couple of days of rest. I was so uncontrollably, disproportionately happy when he said this that I thought I was going to burst into tears. Over the past two days I'd managed to convince myself that I'd probably have to have it amputated or something.

He found some pressure points and pressed them really hard; it was so painful it nearly took my breath away. But it did the trick. The pain actually vanished in the time that I was in the treatment room. I got up off the table and I felt totally better - better than I've felt for weeks in fact. I'm trying not to get too excited, but I can't wait for these rest days to pass so I can get out there again and try it out.

Shit shit shit. Bloody bollocks. I have done something to my ankle - I was one mile into a three mile run, and turned a sharp corner into Hogarth Road when my right ankle just gave way. I had to stop immediately, and then when I tried to walk on it, it was agony, sending shooting pains up the outside of my shin. I hobbled back to G's as I was near there, and sat on their sofa with a bag of ice on it. Now I can walk on it a bit better, but if I lift my foot off the floor and point my toe downwards, it fucking KILLS!!!

This is all I need but it will be better in the morning. I'm going to try the positive thinking thing.

Half-marathon today. Not a race, just the distance. This after a week where I've been having a lot of mixed feelings. It took me a long time to recover from last weekend's run, and my midweek training suffered because of it. I know based on the way I'm feeling, I should be resting a lot more, but how would I be able to stick to any schedule then? I'm starting to realise that as the mileage goes up over the coming weeks, I'm going to find it harder and harder to stick to the programme - not because of a lack of commitment or motivation, but because of sheer muscle fatigue, I think. It strikes me, that for a novice at least, three consecutive runs midweek is quite tough going if you're not used to it. I guess all those people were right who said you should be running for a year before taking on this kind of challenge. But there's no way I'm giving up now. I'll grin and bear it, thanks very much. But it just makes everything so inconsistent. I can run 12 miles on a Saturday and then three days later not be able to run three.

The 13 miles I ran today did feel slightly easier than last week though. I wonder if that's anything to do with the fact that it was a beautiful day. I did get a massive blister though, something was rubbing inside my shoe really badly. It's bigger than a 50p and all bubbly - absolutely gross. Am I supposed to pop it? I haven't a clue.