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
, but they still hurt like buggery if I so much as get out of bed in a hurry.Not that it’s made much difference to my training, since the Alpine 78K last summer turned my hamstring into a sort of pain-sensitive stalactite. In any case, I’ve joined The Gym. All
attended in our every need by flocks of tiny Thai girls, quick and pretty as humming birds.Then I had a consultation with the spa’s medical officer. I made the mistake of mentioning my chronic hamstring pull, and I was catapulted into a week-long regime
