Meet my new physical therapist. His name is Johnny. He’s only 12 years old, but he’s been around the block a time or two.
Today I cancelled our flight to Singapore for the marathon. There’s no way I would have finished it. Since a twenty mile run last month, my knee has been messed up. Rest and physical therapy kept me in denial about the injury, but I barely made it 6 miles tonight in my run.
3 comments:
Aw shit man - that's a pisser. Sorry to hear it.
Have you thought of swimming the distance of a marathon? hehe.
I think the three of us should meet up for the 25K in Berlin (http://www.iaaf.org/news/Kind=2/newsId=42008.html) or the half-marathon in Gothenburg (http://www.goteborgsvarvet.com/goteborgsvarvet/sv/) or the 10 miler in Ireland that involves drinking and physical therapists aplenty -- www.ballycottonrunning.com.
Running is an abomination and against the word of Leprechaun! You are lucky to have gotten away with these heretical inclinations so lightly. Come to Boracay to be healed.
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