More small steps.

Woke up before 7. Took care of the boy’s morning business. Meditated. Worked. Stretched. Practiced French. Ran. Stretched. Now working again.

Run was not great. By half-way point, the left leg was starting to niggle. By the end, it was hurting a bit. I couldn’t run a very easy 10K without any pain, after 4 full days of rest. There’s very little hope now of making it to Paris.