Sunday, August 21, 2016



noun: sport; plural noun: sports
an activity involving physical exertion and skill in which an individual or team competes against another or others for entertainment.

The key word here being “entertainment”. And it is true. I love sport because it has given me so much entertainment. I mean what else would I have been doing all those years had I not being doing some type of sport. However, it would be remiss of me not to mention some of the other things it has given me, best summed up in the following short verse: 

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love* gave me to several black-eyes blinking, at least three-broken noses that needed straightening, one fractured pinkie stinging, ankle-ligaments straining, multiple concussions requiring resting, two partial dislocations of the knee cap needing relocating, dozens of cuts some needing stitching, a fractured eye-socket best not be sneezing, knee cartilage needing operating, several black-eyes bruising, one possible jaw-dislocation that several years later was still waiting, an inguinal hernia needing re-inserting and now… nerve… strainssssss.

At least that’s what the physios now reckon. I was in for a one-hour review with the recovery not going as well as it should and after a lot of pulling, pushing, thumbing, probing, stretching, straining, rubbing and some running the belief is that there are some nerve problems that are causing acute but generalised pain around the calf muscle, if that all makes sense. While it sounds annoying, the prognosis is positive with another two exercises being added to my recovery, which if they work might see me back on the road by next week. Here’s hoping.

Yet despite all that, I still love sport.

Yesterday’s training
Stretching and conditioning exercises

*True love, in this case being “sport” and not my real true love, Frances.

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