And it looks like Hare may be the only one running the 1/2 in Kingston.
I thought my right calf was getting better and I'd still have a good chance of running Kingston but Saturday I re-buggered it.
Hare and I had left to have dinner with friends. Two blocks from the house, we remembered we forgot the wine. I turned to sprint back and got three steps before a sharp pain in my calf stopped me dead.
As I wimpered, sucking in my agony and trying not to topple over, Hare breezily passed me with a smile and a wave.
I've spent the last two days limping.
It sucks being old.
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