Which is one way of describing my running in 2017. First it was a hamstring at the end of January, which meant February was a write off, and now I have broken my wrist and am looking at at least 4 weeks in a plaster cast.
My own fault really. Living round here, I ought to know that wet limestone and fell shoes don't mix. I instinctively put my hand out to save myself and my wrist bent at an angle it wasn't designed to go.
Bugger!
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