I will start this post with apologies: If you enjoy my ramblings then I apologise for the absence, if you loathe my words then I apologise for returning and finally I apologise for the bad Sunday mornings Max! As you will have noticed I have had an enforced absence from writing but am now back so watch out.
Since I have been silent for a while I will update you on my battle with the nefarious Ms Nature, although in reality little has changed. My wrists have disagreed with pretty much everything for the last few months and, for my part, I have ignored their complaints. Clicking and crunching has increased and at extremes of, my admittedly limited, movement I have found new levels of pain and an interesting propensity to locking up. I am working hard to ignore the difficulties and must be having some success because in the main the first people notice is the scars and not the cack handed movements, perhaps that is more telling of people’s opinions of me than the injuries though.
My shoulder continues to reject being slept on but my sleep enables sub conscious continues to fight this. When I am awake laying on my shoulder is far to uncomfortable but when I sleep something turns me onto the shoulder and I awake either in pain or with an arm that is so ‘dead; that it should be in a zombie movie. In what I can only presume is a desperate last move by the wicked Ms Nature I have suffered a lot with knee and hip problems, only the knee was affected by my stunt moves but the opposite hip plays up because it takes more load when I compensate for the knee. I have considered the correct medical response to this at length and have concluded that the best approach is to run, this has not been without its own issues but I am not one to be defeated.
I appreciate that most of you know what the term ‘run’ means but, in fairness to those that genuinely run, I feel the need to redefine it for my purposes. Running for me is a practice that allows me to remind myself that I have the lung capacity of a medium sized fish and not an adult male, I could not look less healthy if I commenced my morning run with a good dose of pepper spray. Nonetheless I pound the pavement along the coast in order to push the knee and its various co-conspirators into doing what I need them to do, they are arguing but I will break* them. My run along the coast would look fantastic if I could see anything past the sweat dribbling into my eyes but at least I know that the view is there. Before any runners question my times and distances let me just clarify that my aim is to reduce the number of incidents of collapsing into a panting mess that intersperse my run in the first instance there is no marathon runner hiding in me of that I am certain.
I will leave you to finish your weekend with a thought on the Scottish referendum: If Scotland vote yes can we give them Wales as a free gift?
*Metaphorically speaking of course