to straighten me out. And while I am now satisfied that pain does not exist, Im having a hard time convincing certain wayward elements in my non-existent body. Take my right hamstring, for instance. It all began 20 years ago when I fell down the lighthouse
the Regent’s Park Canal, I can’t help thinking I might have overcooked it a bit. Still, it certainly kept the taxman off my back, so I mustn’t grumble. First came the dental work. When I was 15, I paid a visit to my dentist in Middlesborough
children like pulling the legs off flies.I’ve always hated stretching. Warming up, it seemed to me, was a waste of time. As far as I was concerned, the first 10 miles of the race was my warm-up. Result: I am barely able to touch my knees, let alone my toes
