Wednesday, 6 February 2008


"You are running, Mr. Humpriz, too much. Eighteen miles in one week is maybe not so good for you. For your knees, for your heeps..."
"No, not eighteen miles per week. Eighty. I'm running about eighty miles a week."
"Eighty miles?!"
"Yes, often with a 10kg pack."
"No, Mr. Humpriz. No. This is not good. You must rest."
"But I can't rest: I've got to run 150 miles in the Sahara in a few weeks time."
"In the where, Mr. Humpriz?"
"Never mind..."

I was one of the rare English speakers among the staff and patients at Chelsea hospital. I went along for an x-ray, desperately hoping it would not be a stress fracture that has put me out of action for the last week.
Thankfully it is just tendonitis. The cure (the same cure I am told every time I ever go to a doctor) is just to rest. No running, no cycling, just rest.
No running, no cycling? I've got the MdS in less than two months time... I haven't got time to rest!



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