I've got my feet up.

Unfortunately they are on cushions with an ice pack over my right achilles tendon which is puffed like an adder. And I'm on anti-inflammatory pills. The tightness I've been feeling has developed into something a bit more alarming although, conversely, I am feeling less stiffness - but there are some wee stings not unlike getting a jag. Hopefully it is just an instance where the sub-conscious brain has taken over from the runner's brain to protect me from myself. So no running for a few days although I'll still be on duty at the Balloch to Clydebank and if duty permits I'll get the camera out for some pics. At worst I'll jump in the car and get to the finish or nearby for some action shots.