ouch
I’m always happy to chew the fat with JoJo, the world-renowned blogger behind runjanerun, particularly when she’s in this sort of mood: uh-oh drunk pussycat.
Sadly, I wasn’t able to answer her question on Saturday night, owing to having other things to do….
Anyway, she expressed a desire to hear more about my whacking-the-elbow-and-writhing-around-in-pain incident from Friday. You might want to call that sadistic; I wouldn’t dare. So here goes, picture this:
Friday; morning; Yarra trail between Punt Road and Chapel street heading away from the city. Your humble correspondent sweating it up at a great rate, and also keeping a watchful eye out for lycra-clad speed demons.
All of a sudden, whoosh!!! from out of nowhere up jumped a great evil-looking fence. It must have been at least 12 feet tall. It’s eye, if it had one, would no doubt have been beady and evil-looking. I have an impression it was carrying some sort of firearm and had a few nasty friends lurking around.
Anyway, it jumped out, as I said, and whacked me on the elbow. Bam!
Owing to the great speed I was travelling (see above) it hurt. It hurt enough so I thought it was possibly broken. I pulled over to a convenient grassy bit (possibly a grassy knoll, whatever that is) and proceeded to rub the offending elbow and wince.
I was feeling generous, so allowed myself a grand total of 4 minutes feeling-sorry-for-myself time and then moved on.
I forgot all about it until that night, when I tried to lie on my left side, only to discover my elbows had gotten all out of whack. The right was as normal, the left seemed to have doubled in size and gone an attractive shade of purple.
It’s better now, you’ll be relieved to hear (unless your name is JoJo).
Running
I headed out yesterday morning for a brisk-ish 20k around the streets near me. I say brisk, but it’s all relative. There was a bit of a feral northerly wind, which hindered my progress somewhat, particularly along Dorset road. That was unfortunate, as Dorset road isn’t generally somewhere I like to spend a great deal of time.
I’ve passed 2850km for the year now. 3000km, here I come.
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Something has been bugging me since Friday but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
If you let me have butterfly’s I’ll let you have Pyscho
I left that one in on purpose…
Sure you did……
OI! of course im glad to hear youre ok!! ok so i mighta laughed if i saw it..and i mighta laughed when you wrote about it..but it was your beautiful prose that was doing that(i know even i dont believe it!!!)…oh.. and thanks for linking that terrible post NOT..the less said about that one the better.. i try to keep that EVIL jo locked in the cellar..but occasionally when im drunk.. ummm sensible normal jo falls asleep!!!