Somehow, I managed to pull my calf muscle overnight. I’ve absolutely no idea how this has happened, but it’s given me a bit of a limp.
And put paid to any thoughts of going for a run tonight. So, you know, every cloud…
Somehow, I managed to pull my calf muscle overnight. I’ve absolutely no idea how this has happened, but it’s given me a bit of a limp.
And put paid to any thoughts of going for a run tonight. So, you know, every cloud…
Holy crap. It’s been a bad week for horrific football injuries, what with this tackle in the Belgian league. Football hurts, kids.
It looks like the hotel I stayed in last week is right on the sea, but in fact there’s a coral reef pretty much right up to the beach, which means that the water is ankle deep for nearly a kilometre out to sea. And the coral is ridiculously fucking sharp to boot.
How do I know? Because one day, after having had enough of the pool for a while, we decided to go down to the beach. We could see people walking in very shallow water way out to sea, so I just figured that the tide was out at that particular time. It didn’t occur to me that it was a coral beach, as I was expecting sand all the way.
We went for a walk, and quickly discovered that it was rocky/coral underfoot. I genuinely expected it to be a brief section, but as we went further and further out, it didn’t end. The girlfriend had flip-flops on, but I was barefoot, and accordingly cut the soles of my feet to shreds. And it was one of those occasions when you had to just get to the end, to the jetty to our left, because it was actually further to turn back to the shore. My feet were in ribbons for the rest of the holiday, and they’re still pretty scarred now.
We decided to stick to the pool after that.