March Madness

[Sweder]

Fantastic stuff, Master Brewer!
I chipped a nail* trying to take that bottle from you this morning. Looks like I've got a matter of a few months at best to engineer a trip to the Antipodes if I want to do more than sniff empty Swederbrew bottles. Temptation beyond endurance . . .

Speaking of shin trouble (as MLCMan was in his diary today), an old friend has popped in for a (hopefully brief) visit. After FLM 2004 I picked up a most unpleasant infection in my left leg, identified as having entered via my chewed-up trotters. Antibiotics did the trick over a couple of weeks, though not before inflammation and soreness had put paid to any loping.

I’ve had some tenderness in the left foot/ ankle region this past week, and today the area between the top of the foot and the base of leg and around to my ankle bone on the outside (sorry for the ER techno-babble there) is swollen and red. This won’t stop me running (at the moment) but might just turn out to be the niggling ailment required to satisfy my recently confessed hypochondria.

Referring to MLCMan’s lament over short distances compared with others here training for big races, I think we’re all agreed his time is perfectly split between returning to full fitness and providing the world with exceptional ale. Perhaps the beautiful yet evil Rebecca could be persuaded to partake of the ‘brew.
After the next session on the rack, of course . . .




* [SIZE="2"]Oops! There goes my last shred of street cred [/SIZE]