What a chimp.
Training for “the toughest race on Earth” is picking up: after 6 weeks of enforced rest, of frustration, optimistic stretching and sleeping in a leg brace I went for my longest run in ages. 20 minutes to the top of Clapham High Street and back. My heel still hurts but the run did not hinder it too much.
Tomorrow I am running the Bath half marathon with my family. It was supposed to be my final bit of tapering. Now it will be my longest run in 6 weeks and a nervous indicator of whether I have any chance at all of completing the Marathon des Sables.

[postscript (2010): it is interesting reading this again that I was genuinely doubtful whether or not I could complete the MdS. The reality was so much easier than the nervous anticipation… Don’t forget this in whatever you are challenging yourself to attempt…]