The shackles of commitment fell, in pieces on the ground...
Maybe as the massive weight of the commitment of the marathon left my shoulders my bio-mechanics did not fully adjust. Somewhere in the misguided madness of the marathon my left achilles tendon got extremely inflamed and sore to the touch. I have been taking ungodly amount of ibuprofen and icing every second of my free time with no discernible results. My inability to run over the past ten days has led to a rather maddening and pathetic sort of cabin fever. Scrubbing the bathtub with a toothbrush burns a lot of energy but I would rather be laying down some serious base for the fall. Last night I attempted a rather difficult mountain bike excursion that left me ailing today. Granted I probably should not have raced to the "top of Keene" and back but I can't ride a bike any other way.
So I guess I am asking for an all hands on deck with this one. Please comment with any helpful advice to get me over the hump and back on the road.