I hobble to work on the bus. The bike’s at the doctors and I don’t think another run would be a good idea (I had planned one). L offers to try and get me into physio tonight. I decline. Must get the foam roller out though.
No dog class tonight, so it’s a night in with the boys. Football, football and more football. Blimey MD never gives up.
While MD’s still outside, waiting for extra time I think, I get the foam roller out. Which immediately results in Doggo climbing on top of me in an attempt, I think, to stop me self harming myself. Bless him but please mate, go away.
(Wednesday 23rd October)