Seems a bit selfish to moan about my own injuries, when Selbs comes along with his catalogue of misfortune.
...but, I went to the fizz yesterday and I may have misdiagnosed myself re. piriformis/sciatic problems. He thinks there's a bit of pelvic misalignment causing over-rotation and tightening down the glute. Did his best to put me back in line and loosen off the offending ar$e cheek. On the plus side, he seemed confident of me toeing the line next weekend, but I tried 10 mins on the treadmill last night (at 12 km/h only), and that hurt. I'll go back tomorrow, but I'm beginning to think the last four months have been a waste of time.
I think the appropriate phrase rhymes with "clucking bell".
If it's any consolation, even winning in Reading (or Bath) wouldn't have got you selected for the world half marathon champs. The only (male) Brits selected didn't run either, and live in the US and Australia.
It's a slight surprise that the selectors didn't just watch the first two minutes of the Reading video and say, "that's our guy. Let's break for lunch."