Twisted my ankle up at the 12 Apostles on Ilkley Moor last night; a long way home.
That's 3 sprains in just over 2 months.


By the time it's not too painful for off-road running again, I'll be off in France (the Tussockmaiden's wedding) so it's goodbye to the fells until September. At least it should give time to rebuild some ankle strength...wonder if I could squeeze a wobbleboard into my suitcase?