Are my running days over? Well, that’s the question on no
ones lips. Things ‘a la pied’ have gone down the pan since May
and I’ve been wracking my tiny mind to work out what the issue is. As times
gone by and summer has turned to Autumn (eventually), the penny’s dropped and
it was obvious, really, from the start. The
broken ribs thing was a red herring. It
all started, really, early this summer. I had a cerebral Road to Damascus moment early
in May. No, it wasn’t a Bob and Bing
film that never made it to the silver screen. Instead, I thought it a good idea
to return to Karate. In 1993 there was some unfinished martial arts business.
It didn’t bother me. Believe me, there’s plenty of unfinished projects in my
life. I’m looking forward to unfinishing many more. I had, however, a weekend away with some
buddies who stuck with it and hearing about their exploits, the spark was
re-ignited. I got some new gear and by June was soon getting back into the
swing of things. However, all the stretching and reaching, the repetitive dropping
into stances and lunging, swinging and all things eastern has tested the
elasticity of my left calf beyond its grisly old breaking point and while things
are going well in the Dojo, trying to get beyond a 3 mile run these days is
near impossible. Coupled with a trip to
the Xray machine man last week for a suspected broken wrist, which who knows
how long I’ve been wandering around with, the ability to get out biking is now
also a challenge.
Never one to be defeated, I’ve got a couple of hill climbs
coming up so theres still something to blog about . It just wouldn’t be Autumn
without some uphill buffoonery. One
handed buffoonery. So there you are, consider yourself updated. As soon as I
have something interesting to blog about, I will. In the meantime here’s the
test card.. 