March 2017

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

I got up. Lots of things hurt, not least my right leg. I tried a hobble. OK, not broken. If that was bone (it was) it's simply a loss of skin over the bony bit below the knee cap. I was two miles from home, I'd best get on with it. On into the woodland, taking the overgrown trail through the trees and out onto the tops of the chalk pits. The pain subsided and I managed a decent enough rhythm all the way home.

This reminds me of the time Mrs MLCMM broke her arm whilst out running. Thinking she had no choice but to somehow get home anyway, she ran on. Of course, the adrenaline kicks in and she feels fine when she gets back; it's a whole day later before she finally accepts the inevitable and has an X-ray. Busted shoulder. Six months to heal.

Get it checked out, OM.