I’m yet to fully realise the positive side and definitely cannot see the funny side. Yup. I’m injured. The old achilles has got a bit pissed off with me prancing about in XC spikes and had a bit of a barney.

I too have a body made of yoghurt…..

I’ve iced the fucker to the point of nerve damage and rubbed about three tubes of anti-inflammatory gel into the little bitch to see it right. It’s numb as dick so at least walking is a doddle.

Annoyingly I’ve got a week off this week and I’m up in Scotland….where the weather is incredible. I know because I can see it from the window of the cafe that I’ll be stuck in for the next five days while my wife goes and has a fucking AWESOME time without me.

What does this mean to you? Apart from nothing. I will be writing a bit more to take my mind off the huge array of sugar filled ‘health’ cakes by the counter and the neon beckoning of the chippy over the road….yup, it’s open this early!

It’s been three days and I’m going mad. I’ve never missed short-shorts so much in all my life.