Diary of an injured runner

[Sweder]

Too much more of this sort of thing and we could all end up in a comma : )

Lovely description of that walk across the grass, BB. I miss those moments. I miss a lot of things. Like you, I'm finding parts of my body revolting. Crumbling knees, swollen ankles, cellulitis, tight achilles tendons ... I'm perpetually injured. Even cycling offers little solace, given the sadistic nature of modern arse-shredding saddles. My coccyx feels like it's been thrashed with a two-by-four on a nightly basis for three weeks. Bah.

It all stems from indiscipline, a singular failure to stop putting harmful things in my mouth. I took a long weekend break at a Cornish Eco Hotel and Spa in an effort to rest up and recharge. They had the finest selection of bespoke gin I've ever encountered. The bastards.

I may give in to it all, live vicariously through these pages, pile on the pounds and bloat off into the sunset.
And yet, there's talk of Almeria, and, if I go, I really have to run the half.
Bugger.