Usually when unable to run due to injury, I go for a cycle ride; but today I decided to walk instead. Just over 3 hours of fairly relentless marching in beautiful evening sunshine, including some paths around Quorn that I haven't walked or run for many years, before the inevitable visit to Beacon Hill summit. And the strained calf muscle behaved perfectly; I was left wondering if maybe I could have got round the Warslow race yesterday.