WIT AND CHARM

We made it! Pop Tart and I, feeling melancholy and far away from each other, made it. It is officially Tuesday (on my side of the planet, Pop Tart is peacefully sleeping still) and I’m glad. I saw it in this morning in true Crazii style and took the bull by the horns and ran 15kms. I know, I know, but it was glorious. The fact that I am unable to walk now is a small price to pay for the wind needed to blow the retched sad cloud away! Of course, I’m not sure my physio will feel the same way but I’ll charm her with my wit and good mood and all should be well.

Me: Hello my lovely, favourite physio in the whole world.
Physio: Oh no Crazii, you went running, didn’t you?
Me: Not really, more of a brisk walk.
Physio: So why are you limping?
Me: I’ve suddenly developed Polio.
Physio: And this sudden bout of polio came on at about…?
Me: 4kms
Physio: During a run that was…?
Me: 15kms
Physio: Sorry Crazii speak up, I don’t understand mumble.
Me: Ummm, it might have been 15kms…
Physio: I’m going to kill you!
Me: I know, but at least I’ll die with a smile on my face.
Physio: (Sigh) heaven help me…

So, she wasn’t as amused as originally anticipated and said something about more rest and taking it easy and all the nonsense for sissies and people NOT training for Oceans. I,of course, promised to listen and take all her advice. And I will, in my head, visualizing myself lounging on a deck chair drinking a strawberry daiquiri while actually hill training up Chappies and cursing God’s inability to create perfect specimens of biomechanics!