Hamstrung

 I am the laziest person in the world and am hanging my head in shame as I type this.  I have lots of excuses - some of which are more valid than others.  It's nearly 4 weeks - FOUR WEEKS! since I last wrote.  It all started to go wrong after the long long jubilee weekend.  We had a fab fab time camping and canoeing in the rain in the Wye Valley.  My friend Murray made the most amazing homemade pork pie and I experimented with coronation chicken pies which were not too bad even though I say so myself.

 We found the most amazing campsite with a pub attached and kept out of the rain until the wee small hours being entertained by the landlord.

 The rain finally abated and we headed out onto the river in our canoes - all my workouts with Mark had prepared me for the arm and shoulder workout of 4 hours on the river (although we did have a little pub break at lunch time).  In reality the paddling wasn't very strenuous but the manhandling the canoe out of the river was.  Day2 was a bit more rainy and involved facing the rapids which was alot less terrifying than we had anticipated.

However 4 days of drinking and being damp and surrounded by people's snuffles took its toll and I went down with a lurgy that meant I had to cancel my post holiday training session.  I was so ill that I had to go out to dinner and couldn't drink!

I managed to drag myself out for a very windy weekend sailing and noticed a niggle in my right leg.  Being a typical drama queen and a bit of a hyperchondriac I had half persuaded myself I had DVT in my right calf and then as it got more and more painful possibly a ripped meniscus in my knee.  I finally decided to head to A&E when I finished a telephone hearing almost in tears because my leg hurt so much.  Knowing the NHS I went prepared for a long wait - with water, a snack and my kindle but was pleasantly surprised to be invited to hobble into an examination cubicle almost as soon as I had sat down - then I realised the one thing I hadn't prepared for was the fact that I was wearing a dress and I was going to have to have my leg waggled around into fairly compromising positions and I would have been better off packing a pair of shorts -you never know when you are going to grateful that you used those groupon vouchers to have IPL to tidy everything up. 

An injured hamstring was diagnosed and I was given drugs and told to keep it rested and iced.  After 2 days there was no real change so I then booked into MOTI for a physio appointment the next morning.  Having made sure I wore shorts this time I had my leg waggled around again and was told that my sciatic nerve was inflamed and after having bits of my spine crunched I was sent off to do some pilates.