After Killerton last week my ankle grumbled.
During the 15 miles on Sunday it complained.
Sunday night it moaned.
Monday morning it cried down the stairs.
On the club run and the hills round the town that night, it was shouting at me “you are taking the ****!”
Tuesday morning it did not talk to me and the silence was deafening.
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday I tried to make amends and rested. Treated it to a bag of peas, some heel stretches on the stairs and biofreeze.
Today it seems we are on talking terms again. Hooray. Now when shall I next run?