...but that's ok.
I timidly exited the door for a run this morning, praying that my achilles would not play up. Went up the usual MTB trail on Cootha, and turned around about 800m shy of the top, as the said tendon was starting to cramp. I had very few twinges on the way down, a great sign. Hopefully, it will be ready to rock come the Sunday after next.