right calf was screaming at me and my ankle was making noises. If it could talk, I would have heard, “F**k you Jamie and your running.”I found myself pondering where I could pull out and how I could get my training partner to pick me up after he
of this Fricker," I thought, "stretch the legs out, open the motor..." I got over-excited and took a comedy tumble that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a Charlie Chaplin movie – quick assessment: no damage done, just a little dent in my pride. I picked myself
