First Three Pints, and a Damn Injury.

The dreaded medial ligament...

I've not blogged for nearly two weeks, though much has happened, and at the same time, little has happened!

First of all, I took a tumble on the treadmill on Tuesday and ended up damaging my medial ligament in the left knee... an old injury and an extremely annoying one.  How could this have happened on a treadmill, I hear you ask?  God only knows... a momentary lapse in concentration and I stepped on to the non-moving part of the treadmill and took a bad tumble.  I'll be out of action for another couple of weeks (serves me right to use the treadmill instead of the road, but the weather has been terrible).

Then, on the following Saturday, I drank the first three of my twenty-four pints for the year... Tasty they were too.  I was in the good company of Benny, while we watched England play France in the Six Nations.  We put a little wager on England to win after they had fallen two tries down and would have collected good money had a fiendish Frenchman not touched down in the very last minute.  Mugs game that aul gamblin'. 

It is frustrating not to be able to get out and run, but I'm due a visit to the physio tomorrow and hopefully that will accelerate progress.

Hopefully.