Managed to run three miles tonight. Still feel really sore, and for the first mile my shins and calves felt like rigid sticks. Sometimes, when running such short distances in relative pain, I start to wonder how on earth I'm ever going to attempt the real thing. But I often find that if I just grit my teeth and bear it for the first couple of miles, the uncomfortable-ness tends to fade, or at least I seem to get used to it enough to keep on going.

Got home and strapped various ice packs to joints and watched The Apprentice.