Achille's Last Stand

So, I am sitting here with my foot on a bag of frozen peas. Why do such a silly thing? because the ice packs I had stored in the freezer are solid blocks of some unnatural chemical, that despite their design, is not conforming to my anatomy. I have instead decided to improvise. Peas seemed to be the closest match to crushed ice, which is by far the most superior form of antinflammatory treatment (unless you are crazy enough to consider an ice bath, or perhaps ibuprofen)
At any rate I found myself in a great deal of pain during a friendly game of basketball a couple days ago. I was quite convinced that if I ran or made any sudden moves my achilles tendon would jump out of my leg. That would have been very awkward. Luckily, it stayed in place, but it seems to be very angry at me. Apparently it forgot that we have a race to run in just under a week. Instead, it threw a fit all weekend, and made me hobble around. It absolutely refused to do any running. I'm hoping that if I baby it for a few days, we can be on good terms again and get back on track. Besides, Lefty's behavior is a horrible example for Righty.
At any rate, I sit here, listing to the Moldau, waiting for my 20 minutes to finish so I can get a move on it...