"Why do we do this stupid sport? Why?!" This was me screaming at Mr. Duff yesterday afternoon, whilst lying on my yoga mat with a small spiky ball rammed into my backside. They don't tell you this about being a runner, not really. This constant business of MOT-ing your body. When you're signing up for … Continue reading (Spiky) Balls to It
It’s always good to be told you have an ‘itis’ that you can barely spell, isn’t it? A trip to the physio today for a routine sports massage to maintain my poor stressed calves turned into something a bit more sinister. I told the physio I’d been experiencing small amounts of pain in the bit of … Continue reading An Actual Pain in the Arse
My usually not that strict coach has decided I need a few days off. Mainly I think this is because I'm struggling to be particularly nice to people at the moment because I'm too tired to put up with their rubbish. Or their opinions. Or their breathing. Between us we think I might be suffering … Continue reading Resting State
