If running is a metaphor for life, my year of 2016 have been tumultuous and rocky ride so far. What I’m trying to say is, I’ve had a bit of a rough year when it comes to running injuries.
As those of you who follow me on Instagram or Facebook knows, especially my left leg has been pretty badly hurt on several occasions. Which is a bit ironic, since my weak leg – the one with the old knee injury from when I was 18 years old – is the right one.
However; I’m here to make a confession.
My name is Stig. And I’m as dense as a rock. I simply cannot learn to do things sensibly. Good thing I haven’t gotten permanently injured yet.
Allow me to back up a bit; to set the tone for my tragic tale.
As mentioned back when this iteration of the blog…
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