Postcard from Broadstairs

Uuuurrrghh, first forced non Sunday long run since the beginning of the year and it saw me sitting on the beach in Broadstairs, Kent. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy it but I was desperate to go running.

My big toe still feels a bit swollen but walking in the sand really helped get it moving and it felt as though it was getting a massage. Even the cold sea water helped to such a point the bruise became really obvious in the cold windy morning.

Off to the gym tomorrow for a good cycle ride and get me prepared for carb-loading for the marathon on Saturday.