Right, now that I've got that Christmas malarkey out of the way, and I've seen everyone else start on their own half or full marathon training sessions, it's about time I got my arse off the sofa and...... go to a sports massage (giggle) therapist to find an excuse why I'm not running around like a blue arsed fly.
And bless her, she came up with the goods. I have CMP! Nope, I had to Google it too. It's where the cartilage in your knee does a double act of simultaneously swelling up and disappearing. And your knee creaks like a cracking walnut. Diagnosis - less running. Ooh, I could have kissed her.
So in the meantime, this week I have been mainly... Um... Running. I'm not entirely sure how that happened. OK, it's a busy parkrun week, with one on New Years day and another on the usual Saturday, but then I voluntarily got up for a crack of dawn 5 mile run today (Sunday). Even the cats were stunned. Or maybe annoyed that I hadn't fed them first.
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| Jacko beating me across the line at Preston Park parkrun. I'm 44. I have diabetes. And asthma He's 72. He has diabetes. And a pacemaker. I'll get him next time. (Except I didn't!) |
