This morning I was woken at six by somebody calling me, dragging me up from my sleep. It wasn’t anyone, just he silent alarm on my phone, pulsing away, telling me it was time to get up and get some exercise. I rolled my bike out into the hall and into the lift, and then set off for an hour’s ride around the parks of Singapore.
I managed half an hour.
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I went to the doctor this morning about a nagging pain in my heel. I’ve had it for the last six weeks or so; it’s particularly bad first thing when I get out of bed (on Tuesday I could hardly walk, limping around the room like a broken man) but it doesn’t affect me when I’m running.
He squeezed my calf, and different parts of my foot, and then pushed his finger into the bottom of my heel and I squealed like a stuck pig. "Yes, plantar fascitis" he declared.
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It’s been a busy day.
At six, La Serpiente awoke and so we gave her lots of snacks and then she and I went down to the West Coast Park for our run. My friend Gil was there with his dog, Jack, for the inaugural round of the stroller Parkrun challenge, competitors: 2.
We both started very fast; surprising most of the other runners. After the first kilometre we were neck and neck, about fifth or sixth overall, but I began to fade. Gil, advantaged by a dog which weighs less than La Serpiente’s fifteen kilos, beat me by more than a minute (even after stopping twice to do up his shoes) but forgot his barcode, meaning I hold on to this dubious crown for one more week.
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I got a text from my wife this afternoon to say that she’d had to take Destroyer to the hospital. Worries filled my mind: this year she’s already had two nights in with constant vomiting, a bout of breathing difficulties and a high fever in the UK, so I was perversely relieved to hear it was ‘only’ that she’d fallen off a chair and banged up her ankle.
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Today was Games Day, so instead of going to the office we trooped down to the beach in Sentosa Island. Unfortunately, the haze was blowing in. When I got up this morning, there was a strong smell of burning in the house but the air quality reading was just 60, so I assumed it was overenthusiastic immolations for the Hungry Ghost Festival that was producing the smell. By midday today it was at 230 (above 100 you should stay indoors and avoid strenuous exertions) so at least we know my feeling ropey for the past few days isn’t because I’m down with a disease. It’s just Singapore that’s killing me. But still, we had Games Day.
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Yesterday I put my back out by looking at Destroyer. She was on the floor by the fridge, doing nothing much in particular, I glanced down at her and a fist sized bit of muscle under my right shoulder blade clenched and wouldn’t release. Between that and burns and near choking, it’s been a pretty bad start to the week, so I was glad not to have anyone succumb to any injuries today.
Except I came home to find the kids both wailing, because Destroyer is now standing up, and choosing to use doors to lean on, and La Serpiente abruptly shut one such door and made her sister fall on the floor and bang her head. So the constant blundering into pain has not finished yet.
At least my toe doesn’t hurt any more. The nail has fallen off it though. One step forward…
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“Do you need a medical certificate to take the day off work?” my osteopath asked, quite kindly. I sit at a desk all day and the most strenuous it gets is walking out to buy a sandwich, but it was nice for him to offer.
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