Pace was good
Was going well
Pushed too far
Tried too hard
Couldn't ease off
Wouldn't just rest
Spoilt good work
On the edge
Now must rest
Without my fix
One misjudged day
An amateur mistake
Pay the price
My Achilles found
A poem of pain, misfortune and hind sight great stuff harry
My achilles are playing up and really but my running of recent on the back burner
Pace was good
Was going well
Pushed too far
Tried too hard
Couldn't ease off
Wouldn't just rest
Spoilt good work
On the edge
Now must rest
Without my fix
One misjudged day
An amateur mistake
Pay the price
My Achilles found
Achilles issues seem to be a problem with fell poets atm. Touch of tendinitis in my right. Take it easy Harry Aitch
Simply came from doing three lots of hills last week rather than one hills and two flatter runs which has been my staple for the past few years. Oh well. I'm still learning. The problem is you never know quite how far from an injury you are.
Simply came from doing three lots of hills last week rather than one hills and two flatter runs which has been my staple for the past few years. Oh well. I'm still learning. The problem is you never know quite how far from an injury you are.
It's a little known fact that proto Fell Poet Coleridge used to struggle with achilles problems; especially after he started doing his hill reps on Broad Stand
It's a little known fact that proto Fell Poet Coleridge used to struggle with achilles problems; especially after he started doing his hill reps on Broad Stand
Tis true Tup, but our Romanticist fore fathers also had the benefit of Grasmeres finest opium to dull the pain when they were throwing themselves down grade 3 scrambling routes