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I ran a half marathon. That's only slightly dumb (in that I run like a girl, but hey, I am a girl). Anyway, what made it dumber was that I ran on a slight injury, a mere muscle twinge, a little tightness in the calf.

By the eighth mile I was nearly weeping with pain but I soldiered on bravely, determined to get a sub two hour time and nobly raise several hundred quid for charity.

No wonder it hurt. Turned out I had broken my leg (stress fracture) round the halfway mark and had made it a lot worse by running on it, fuelled mainly by adrenalin, pride and Lucozade Sport. I spent a month on crutches, the sofa and very strong painkillers.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Fri 21 Dec 2007, 19:47, 3 replies)

Sofa? Painkillers?
What are you whining about? Sounds bloody lovely!

:)

I chipped my knee. So to use Bill Clinton's favorite line: I feel your pain. (biting lower lip at the end of the sentence and giving those 'sad' eyes he does)

Merry Christmas
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Fri 21 Dec 2007, 21:12, closed)

ouch!
The painkillers weren't strong enough... those kapake thingies and some of the co-codamol stuff. Also, I have a tendency to hoard pills for when I'm on death's door (or in need of obliteration).

I don't know what knee clipping involves, but it sounds like it's not a barrel of laughs and probably isn't just a little bit ticklish. In fact, it sounds plain nasty.

Merry Christmas too. Given that I have to spend the next week in the parental home I could really use those painkillers about now.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Fri 21 Dec 2007, 21:46, closed)

Run like a girl?
Sound like you take pain like a woman!


Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Sat 22 Dec 2007, 18:08, closed)