The sound of inevitability

Many things are inevitable in this life. Tory leadership contests. Manchester United promising that the next new manager will change the club's fortunes. Brits moaning when it gets hot - in summer. And running injuries. I knew I was treading a fine line. I'd been pushing my body so hard recently that the likelihood of me not getting injured was about the same as Rishi Sunak and Liz Truss admitting that, actually the other one probably would be a better leader of the country. Ironically I had only just published a blog post reviewing the last six months and giving thanks for the lack of injuries. There was no warning, no subtle hints given beforehand; no niggles, soreness or tightness. In fact during last Saturday's 32 mile ultra I felt good. If you had told me an injury was coming and asked me to guess where it would occur, I might have suggested a recurrence of my hip pain that I treated just ten days ago. Perhaps a tweak of the knee or ankle due to...