Tonight is race 1 of the Nottingham Grand
Prix at my most un-favourite place, Rushcliffe Country Park. It sees me coming.
I hate running on the grit at Rushcliffe and continually ask myself ‘why am I doing this?’. I run on the grass verge to avoid the grit, clip a hole (I think), slip and twist my ankle. I hobble for a bit but then abort the race as my ankle is quickly growing a huge appendage on one side.
I hate running on the grit at Rushcliffe and continually ask myself ‘why am I doing this?’. I run on the grass verge to avoid the grit, clip a hole (I think), slip and twist my ankle. I hobble for a bit but then abort the race as my ankle is quickly growing a huge appendage on one side.
I ask the St John’s Ambulance people for an ice pack but
instead they grab hold of me, haul me into the ambulance and bandage me up. I
am then embarrassingly wheeled in a wheelchair to the car park and sent to
A&E. Not that I go. It’s only a sprain after all, I think.
The next day my foot is a nice shade of purple, so... I think race 2 of the series on Thursday at Holme Pierrepoint might be a non starter.
