Cool, calm, karma?
On Friday night I was really excited. I thought I'd restart my Park Run career and front up to New Farm on the Saturday morning. I was so committed that not only did I set my alarm for 5.45am and then 6am for good measure (allowing for two 7.5 minute snooze sessions) I also laid out all my clothes. There was no getting out of this one. 5.45am came around. I woke up, sat up, and realised I had a pretty good excuse not to go frolicking through the park. My neck issue had reared its ugly head….well neck. This happens on average every three months. Usually it takes some heavy duty moshing, a dance class, or even rapidly pulling off a hoody to put my neck out. On Saturday it just took sleeping awkwardly and when I say awkwardly, I think I just woke up tilted about a cm to my left. The earliest I could see a physio was 8.45am. This meant I was awake for three hours with nothing to do but wallow in my pity. Later that day when I caught up with mates for brekky, they took g...