My right knee is trouble.
I step out of the car, it collapses. There is a momentary burst of sheer pain and then I straighten up and it's OK. It's out of track. Or something. I start to run and it's excruciating.
A run some more and try to get it so that it doesn't hurt. After a while it doesn't hurt. If it doesn't hurt when I'm running full pelt, that means it's OK.
Doesn't it?
Then it hurts again next day.
Had a gentle run of about eight kilometres yesterday, twice around Princes Park. Before lunch. With Theo. The knee settled down after a while. Theo couldn't go any faster because of his hamstring tightness.
What a pair of crocks.
Then we went to the Irish Corkman and had lunch - the biggest burgers in the world. Yum.
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