Can’t take me anywhere
Jun.12, 2006, filed under Miscellany
I think I’ve worked out what I’ve done to my knee.
I think I’ve wrenched the MCL there on the right. Bugger. This does not fill me with the same sort of woe and despair as the thought of tearing my ACL does, especially as I can apparently still run and walk and swim on it without it hurting too much. Doesn’t hurt at all when I cycle. So I don’t think I’ve torn it. Just bruised it a bit. Or whatever the technical terminology is.
Oh, and when I went snorkelling yesterday at Elie, taking advantage of the gorgeously baking weather, the vis was really poor and I got smashed into a rock, so I emerged from the sea dripping wet and with blood pouring out of my leg. Nice. Plus I forgot that the neoprene boots would rub the sunscreen off and I have very sunburnt feet. Ow.
But hi to Katie, whom we met in Embra yesterday and who went on to be talked through rescuing a fledgling corvid. Me on one end of the phone, Katie and the baby jackdaw — now called Brian — on the other. I did try not to laugh at the noises. Brian is apparently doing well.
And also much respect to Run and Become, who were very patient with me on Saturday until eventually I settled on a pair of Asics Trabuco VIII trail shoes. In bright orange and silver. Very non-girly.
Frood bought a pair too — only the men’s version, obviously — completely independently. How strange. I mean, he was going to be buying shoes, but strange that he should buy the same shoes.
Of course when we went running last night I ended up melting into a panting heap while he found it relatively easy, even though he hadn’t been running since school. Bastard.
