Self-inflicted

You would think I didn't like my muscles, what with all the hell I put them through. I did the hour and a half run on Sunday and despite the warmth of the day, I didn't find it too bad. But then, after all the pain from last week's football, I went out and did all the same damage to my thighs again, only worse.

I think I pulled a muscle before I even started playing properly, because it was really killing, but I decided I wanted to have a good time and I ignored it. When we finished (we lost 16-15) I limped my way to my car and as I drove home I got such an agonising ache in my thigh every time I moved my right leg that I had to cry out - much to the alarm of the passenger I was delivering back to his car.

But, so help me, I will still do my run tomorrow and I will enjoy it. I've given my legs a good talking to (and a good stretching) and they are to get better and jolly well work to their best advantage. I'm not going to let anything silly like excruciating pain get in the way of my training. Not this late in the day.