Day two of The Recovery. Yesterday, blue skies in Perfidious Albion and so I laced up and did a short ridgeway trot. I live on Cumnor Hill and there is a nice ridge to Boar's Hill with a beautiful view down over Oxford's spires. It is a real nice rolling route with sheep on one side and cows on the other and mid way is one of my favourite places, Jarn Mound, a man-made elevation with a great view over to the Cotswolds and rumours of Treasure buried within the mound. I stretched and iced the PF after, and then spent much of the day reviewing CVs for a senior OFT appointment coming up. Today I woke up and the foot felt ok, so I had time to squeeze in a short plod with a few light increases of pace. Then I tried a few squat jumps and other Tabata type stuff for a few minutes before showering down, suiting up and training in to London ( standing room only the whole way...hence why I will not go for Max's standing desk idea just yet). I am watching out for PF niggles and there are some, but so far containable. Chaired a Research Committee meeting at my Institute, finalised my Bruges syllabus for this autumn's lectures, and did some merger conference planning. A good day and minimal PF pain so far. Am I doing too much too soon? And how to shift the stone and a half I have put on since Dublin 09? (that is 21lbs to you, and it ain't all rowing muscle alas!). Need to get fat burning, stat.