There’s a photo on my phone of my toes. I took it last night with the intention of adding it to this post. But I can’t do that to you guys. My toes look horrendous enough from up here where my face is, turns out that the resulting picture taken from just a few inches away is even worse. So the fact that my aching body hasn’t been able to lower my face far enough to get a good look at my feet has been a blessing in disguise.

Think I’m exaggerating? Remember that I posted a photo of what I look like sans make-up post 15 miles of running in the sun. That I’m not ashamed of, my feet however are at risk of being taken off me by feet social services for a serious case of neglect.

But one lucky woman will be getting all up in by feet’s business later on when for the first time in my life I pay a visit to a chiropodist. However much she’s planning on charging me definitely won’t be enough for what she’s about to get involved with. This will be stage three of ‘Operation get legs working again’.

Stage one of my recovery plan was not fun: foam rollering began on Monday a mere 24 hours after the marathon. Stage two had to wait until the swelling of my feet had subsided enough to get actual shoes on, this happened last night and I trotted out for an hour-long walk.

Now my legs can walk free from pain it’s time to tackle the feet. I’m not looking forward to the chiropodist visit, nor am I looking forward to adding another person to the list of people that I pay to tell me off (currently dentist, hairdresser, beautician, physio). But all being well I’ll make it to stage four – a short run – by Sunday.

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