[Mustang Sally]

Gloriously cold clear spooky morning for walking (boing!) Hamish (boing!) the (boing!) flying (boing!) dog (boing!). Stars and moon and leaves all a-rustle, and Orion waving his shield over the chattery oak tree branches. The horse chestnuts have it in for me and are lurking under piles of leaves, hoping I'll step on one and fall on my ass. You can hear them giggle as they wait for the fun to begin.<br><br>
Storm's going into the vet next Thursday to see the esteemed specialist. I hope he finds something. This dog is too young to be hurting this much.<br><br>
I've written Coach and told her I'm skipping the track tonight. If I feel good, I will go for a slow, slow hour in my cushioned shoes, sans orthotics and see how that goes.

 

[Mustang Sally]

Bagged my run altogether, as I have a physio appointment tomorrow at 10. Will call this my rest day for the week and hope it was enough to keep the achilles at bay.