Saturday, August 11, 2012

My left foot and Mo

Twenty-two miles into the Herts Stroller, my left foot let it be known in no uncertain manner that it hasn't mended and that if I continued to run on it today I would pay for it later. So I hobbled into the 24-mile checkpoint for a disappointing retirement.

The reward for being sensible, though, was immense: I was home in time for Mo Farah's 5,000 metres victory. Running doesn't get any better than that.

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