Another excuse not to run

Always best to be honest on a blog I think so this morning I can honestly tell you that I am a wuss - a first class rash covered big southern wuss. Today was the day of the long(ish) run of the week – certainly 10 and maybe 12 miles but you know what it’s a wee bit dreek, as they sat in Scotland, outside and I am covered head to toe in the lurgy – nothing to panic about - just another bloody allergy 'cos being a sensitive wee soul I’m allergic to lots of things from the active ingredient in deodorant to prawns and now it seems anti-inflammatories. You see it all comes down to running again – I’m taking these tablets twice a day as a last step before the dreaded cortisone injection to mask the long-standing ITB problem which the doc tells me is mild but stopped me running for 2 months and feels like sandpaper being scraped along the inside of my tendon on every stride.

Everything was on the up – running nearly pain free for the first time in months and building the mileage back up to the level pre ITB (18miles long run territory) and now panic– breathe David breathe – panic - what if I have to stop the tablets and the knee hurts again and I turn back into Jabba the Hut? – see told you I was a neurotic wuss.

So instead of running I’m lying in darkened room, itching like crazy – every main body part (no no not that one – I said main!) covered in these little raised red sore things – now on my eyelids too – oh so attractive – think cabbage patch doll meets bulldog . Come on anti-histamine – kick in - How many of these Zirteks can I take? – don’t answer that – I can read the box and I’ve gone way past that already. I hope the anti-inflammatory diagnosis is right because the second candidate is red wine and that’s just not going to happen – no – no I’ll take the cabbage patch look rather than cut the Vin Rouge from my diet – come on be fair – take the red meat, the cakes – ALL seafood – Guinness even (I’ll get back to you on that actually) but not the Red – puhlease!

So when people say don’t you feel much healthier now you’ve kicked the fags, lost some weight and managed to run round the block a few times?! - No I bloody don't - bring me the Marlboro - but on the other hand I could stop being a self-indulgent precious wuss, get up and run through the itchiness – maybe later – right now I need to scratch.

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