Mid Life Crisis Man Wrote:I may need to visit the pub afterwards.
It's true I am having a couple of drinks following my visit to the lovely, but evil Rebecca. And very nice beers they are too. My "
Zurich Sub-5 Special Bitter" has aged into a beauty: clean and unusually refreshing for a bitter, I am very pleased with this brew. Rather special, in fact.
Anyway, I digress. But then alcohol does that. The other thing alcohol does...
But I digress a second time... This afternoon the lovely, but evil Rebecca was reasonably pleased with the state of things, other than my illotibials, patellas, quadriceps femoris, gastrocnemius's and the way I kept screaming as she tore ligament and flesh from my bones as the lights dimmed, the air chilled and thunder crashed in a vaguely demonic way. I really should find a more up-market physio...
She then obligingly wrote down a list of impossible stretches to torture myself with
three times daily 
and said she was only letting me off this lightly because I was a member of the
Running Commentary community, and had therefore suffered enough...
her words, not mine. Honest! (Or it could be the beer).
No, no, to be seriously boring for a moment: she identified two main areas that needed work - my illotibials, which still need more strengthening to ensure my patellas track properly, and therefore minimise knee deterioration, and my anterior tibialis, which, whilst sufficiently strong, need much more stretching to reduce the likelihood of shin splints. So she neatly identified my problem areas and prescribed a series of stretches to mitigate the problem. Clever lady. Demonic, but clever.
So now I'm having a few drinks to recover. And tomorrow, my stretching program begins in earnest...
Honestly.
March maundering.
