June 2014

[Sweder]

Four days after blasting my knee to shreds I woke up feeling stable enough to run. It was a modest affair, a single, lumbering lap of Landport Bottom with some oh-so-gentle hill work. The initial pain subsided as I warmed under blue skies and a beaming sun, working up a decent sweat-slick as I huffed through the long grass.

Home for coffee, ice, compression, elevation and anti-inflamatories before work. I'm chugging so many pills these days. All I need do is adjust my working hours to those of darkness and be continuously rude and ungrateful to all I meet apart from those I choose to favour and HST would be proud.
Small steps, high hopes.

The fortnight ahead offers long days stalking across miles of Excel's unforgiving concrete followed by a nine-hour flight to Orlando for the blissful madness of Children With Diabetes' annual conference at Disney. The joy in my heart is battling with the dread in my knee even as I think about it. The theme for this year's family banquet, held on the night of July third, is Independence Day. I'll need full Redcoat regalia, replete with dusty wig, or a tricorn hat and Thomas Paine outfit. And some tea.

   
Last year's Florida Formal outfit. I'm far left.
Click to enlarge. Note devotion to Barefoot Running.