“No, not eighteen miles per week. Eighty. I’m running about eighty miles a week.”
“Yes, often with a 10kg pack.”
“No, Mr. Humpriz. No. This is not good. You must rest.”
“But I can’t rest: I’ve got to run 150 miles in the Sahara in a few weeks time.”
“In the where, Mr. Humpriz?”
I was one of the rare English speakers among the staff and patients at Chelsea hospital. I went along for an x-ray, desperately hoping it would not be a stress fracture that has put me out of action for the last week.
Thankfully it is just tendonitis. The cure (the same cure I am told every time I ever go to a doctor) is just to rest. No running, no cycling, just rest.
No running, no cycling? I’ve got the MdS in less than two months time… I haven’t got time to rest!