Uhh .. I made the fatal mistake of seeing a physiotherapist on Wednesday.
The first time ever.
My wife suggested I see him (he's treated her for shot tendons) probably because
she's sick of seeing me crippled for half an hour after I get out of bed in the
I've had this painful heel for about 4-6 months. OK, I says, I give in, take me
to him (I needed help across the road). Phew! He was at Atlanta! Can I forget
about it? No chance with Ms efficiency here. Those dreaded words ..
Then drag me to him! I'm not going to make it easy.
Sure enough, I make it there.
Sure enough he gives me a few stretching exercises and then goes on to tell
me that I shouldn't run for four weeks.
FOUR WEEKS?? Are you crazy??? Whatd'ya think this is? I don't pay you to
tell me I can't run!
He then calms me down and says he's only advising me (yeah, yeah).
He then tells me he had a triathlete who had been suffering a similar condition
for 18 months and now requires surgery.
But why did he have to say all this in front of my wife?? She of course,
started treating my like a sulking little boy. At my age! How dare she!
But I got my own back. I told him I was going to play the last hockey game for
the season (actually I pleaded with him - the full hand 'n knees bit).
Don't run for four weeks. Hah! He might as well have told me not to breathe!
Ummm .. I hereby give notice that I'm going to be intolerable for the
next month. If I'm going to suffer, you are too - so there!