I got poo-ed on!

I got poo-ed on!

So I’m cycling home, minding my own business, saving my Achilles from the strain of a Power Hour hill session, almost back home, when some thing hits me, SMACK! Right on the arm. I thought someone had thrown a clod of earth at me, or a stone had flicked up...
Darnit, just as I was getting into it…

Darnit, just as I was getting into it…

Argh!!! My Achilles! After a great run on Tues with Stamford Striders I woke up Wed with a mildly painful left mid-calf, where the Achilles inserts. Walking about the office eased it so I ran 3.6 miles gently at lunch, did my swim with Stamford Triathlon Club...