Why does life get in the way of running? I may have to give one of them up. I was all set for doing a Park Run on Saturday (my first for several months) and planned to smash my pathetic PB as a stepping stone to doing my 10 miler in October. As some of you may know, I'm a farmer and, to cut a long story short, I climbed over a gate this morning as a lazy alternative to opening it and leaped from the top bar like the spring chicken, I imagine myself to be, only to discover I was actually an arthritic turkey. I landed heavily in a pothole (of course I was wearing unsuitable Countryfile style shoes) and went headlong whilst experiencing a searing pain in my ankle.
I had a pre Park-run, run planned for tonight and was not going to succumb to the injury couch so strapped myself up and did it and achieved my goal of a 7 minute K in the middle (okay don't scoff-you'll be old one day). BUT, my ankle is now up like a balloon and the knee on my other leg has come out on sympathy. I'm off out now for a late celebratory 46th wedding anniversary dinner , fortified by two ibuprofen, a glass of Chablis and with my ankle fetchngly strapped up with a horse's bright blue tail bandage. Let's see what tomorrow brings, I haven't given up yet!