Take Two

As usual on Sundays, I went for a run today. The difference was that instead of going out in the afternoon or early evening I went out in the morning, as soon as my breakfast had settled. I thought the early run would do me good, but I turned out to be wrong.

The pain on the insides of my shins is back, and this time it means business. It’s a fairly sharp pain in the bone on the inside of both my shins, focused on a spot about 10 cm above my ancle. I had to slow to a walk a couple of times because of it, and this is really starting to bug me. I might have to stop the running for a while and go for a cycle instead. Woe is me; I hate cycling.

To add insult to injury it seems that all of Stanmore’s dog owners picked today to let loose their pe(s)ts in Bentley woods, a public footpath I normally take instead of just following the road. And only one of the dog-walkers had her dog on a leash. Having once been bitten by a well-trained german shepherd, I am naturally suspicious to (and weary of) dogs, so this is not just a minor annoyance to me.