As some of you may already know, I had a bit of a tumble while out running this morning. My right foot found a well concealed pothole on Rhodes Drive near Kirstenbosch and I went A over T.
A quick phone call to my wonderful wife and the family ambulance – complete with concerned junior technicians – came to pick me up and get me to the local ER.

No visible fracture to the sickeningly swollen right ankle, but either a Grade 2 or Grade 3 ligament tear. Cue Tramadol, crutches, bandage and RICE, together with a suggestion to contact the Orthopod tomorrow to see if it needs surgery.

This year’s 2 Oceans suddenly looks a bit of a stretch – which ironically is something I really can’t do right now.