I TOLD YOU SO.

Dear Body,

While I appreciate your need to a) punish me for what I put you through yesterday by cutting off all natural endorphins to my now atrophied muscles and b) make me look like the hunchback of Notre Dame doing an Englishman’s version of the sokkie jol; do you think we could possibly call a truce? We are in fact part of the same team and although I understandably sense your current loathing for the part of my body comfortably housed above the neck line, you cannot in all fairness blame the entire situation on her. Yes, she is a brain housed in the head of a redhead, but that is not entirely her fault and therefore cannot be used as punishment against her. You may recall, when the discussion was tabled over a number of months (okay minutes, but who’s keeping track) there was a unanimous vote for Yes! Yes Patella, yes Ankle and yes, even you Hamstring decided that it was a challenge worth taking up. So while I so appreciated all the enthusiasm and gusto that you all managed to perfectly muster yesterday, could we all please get back on the same page and play nice with each other for today and maybe tomorrow… yes?? You see, we couldn’t have actually done it without each other and a pat on the back would be far more sensible than the current mind numbing sensation of having my knees trying so vigorously to disassociate themselves from my body! Any takers???

Oh who am I kidding… It was amazing and worth every single old granny hobble I’ll be doing until the next one! 1 down… and the world is my oyster/arena of blisters, energade and shortened calf muscles!

Thank you to all my wonderful supporters along the route, you guys were amazing and I can honestly say I would not have managed without you!