I was planning on another water run, but my heels felt so good this morning that I declared myself cured* and did the run like I was supposed to: after the bike ride, and in the actual outdoors. I saw enough cyclists out and about that I felt a small twinge of regret, but it was of course lessened by the fact that the 3½ hour ride was already successfully** behind me.
As I was jogging back for home after nearly five hours of exercise, I could smell one of my neighbors barbecuing, and all I could think of from that moment was how fast I could get home and obtain MEAT. The quickest thing to do was to microwave some precooked bacon, and I made myself a sandwich with two hard-boiled eggs and five*** slices of it. I'm sure that'll hold me for about a half-hour.
* Not so cured that I will stop icing, stretching, and massaging, though.
** In the sense that I did not die.
*** That's one for each hour of exercise and not at all unreasonable.