Apparently, 100km in ten days is quite a lot on a broken toe. Oops. Oh well.

Thanks to a Fawlty Towers-like hotel in Cornwall and a particularly well-executed kick into a sharp step, I have a tiny fracture on my big toe. D’oh.

Thankfully, it’s so small there’s no real pain when I run so I’m just going to have to grit my teeth and ignore it (and avoid contorting it).

On the plus side, this is a brilliant excuse for any crap performance over the next few months!