I ran this morning – I actually ran, twice. Once for the bus and once to get across the railway level crossing before the barriers came down. It's the first time I've run since I broke the foot. I won't say it was an entirely painless experience but there was nothing you could describe as a real problem. I tell you, that physiotherapist deserves a medal.
Three requests for postcards from Iceland so far: keep 'em coming.
Bonus 80s geek points for anyone who can say why I picked that particular subject for this post.