Roadside Exercise
If you were driving along the dual carriageway that connects the M1 with Sheffield city centre a month or so ago, and you spotted a rather overweight fella with a blonde mullet exercising in a lay-by in the drizzle and freezing cold, I have a confession to make: it was me! The shoulder that I managed to smash up a few months ago continues to give me a considerable amount of gyp, and I am certainly someway away from regaining full strength in it.
My recent week in France and a fair amount of rowing that were part and parcel of the trip, did little but agitate things further. As a consequence, when the longawaited call from the NHS came and I was advised that my sessions with the physio were drawing to a close, it was something of a relief.