We’ve reached one of my favourite running seasons, when the cooling winds of autumn make running a pleasure and almost make up for the house spiders.
My running has, in the social media sense, been going brilliantly: excellently, EXCELLENTLY – really, really well. It’s excellent.
I’m piping Voltarol onto my shin as if it were whipped cream, because I have shin splints.
This means pain from ankle to hip. I can’t walk down stairs, can barely run, and official advice is to rest it completely for as long as it takes, possibly months, just 3 weeks before my planned first half-marathon.
(A shout-out to Right Leg who is handling herself with stoicism and decorum.)