I’m still crocked, I still can’t run. My calf came close to PINGING once again at the weekend. I had taken a month off running. I found that pretty tough. I thought all was fine to start pounding the mean streets of CO7 once again at the weekend.
WRONG!
PING!
Ouch, that bloody hurt.
I’m so I’m back on my own personal rehab, aka walking each day whilst I can. I get restless with wfh, and so need to head out.
The wanderings around Weird Wiv on Monday were nothing spectacular. Always different, always the same, etc.
I headed up towards The Cross, back down The Avenue and High Street, and then along The Quay. I’ve started to notice other daily walkers sharing the same time frame as me. Maybe they’re all crocked as well?
