Let’s get physio
This morning saw my final trip to the physio before Sunday’s date with destiny. It helped, because last night I ran for one hour forty minutes. I had been advised to do this by Rosie, the physio, but afterwards my knee hurt a bit more than it has done recently. Apparently, the quadricep had tightened up, because the distance between my heel and bum had increased by an inch. The pain after the run was a bit of a surprise as my knee had hurt a bit at the beginning of the run, but by my second London Bridge to Westminster lap it wasn’t so bad.
Running along by the Thames, I thought ‘cor this ain’t as easy as I remember it. In fact, this marathon is going to be really hard work’. Before I’d hurt my knee, I’d thought it wouldn’t be too bad. Now I generally feel apprehensive.
Whilst reeling under the force of an elbow being driven into my problematic quad , I did learn something comforting. Rosie is going to Beijing this summer with the British Paralympics Team, so I’m in capable hands… or elbows.
On my riverside jaunt I bumped into Steve again. I don’t think he has a permanent home, so he often sits on an office window-sill looking at the river while listening to radio. I used to wave to Steve as I ran past before eventually speaking to him and finding out he’s Scottish and seems to know a few of the people who run past his small redoubt. This time, he wished me good luck and warned me not to get pissed on Princes Street.
Later, after using the splendid loos of the NFT, I remarked on their superior quality to a well warn looking man who was shaving in the mirror. “Yes, they are good, but there are other good ones in Kingston” he said in a Manchester accent. I asked him why he was shaving, “So I’m clean shaven when I’m arrested after the cup final tomorrow.” It turns out his other favoured public conveniences are in the Bentall Centre.
Tags: Bentalls Centre, BFI loos, British Paralympics Team, Edinburgh Marathon, quadriceps