So Jedi Master Niall was back in town for the day. We met late on as we both had cars to return to St Albans. The plan was to run gently back and then I'd drop him at the airport.
The drop dragged on as Niall had trashed his car, mine was spotless. With the clock ticking we needed to make haste and set off for Heartwood.
The first part is downhill so we were steady and chatting freely. We then had to turn onto the trail up through the fields. That's when disaster struck. Right foot slipped into a pothole and twist with a capital T. Even the Jedi master said "Ouch".
I walked the initial pain off and then we set off up the hill. It was sore but seemed to be getting better. Then I'd hit a divot or a tree root and "ouch".
It was a bad one. We made it home but all the way I was thinking - walk you idiot - but walking's not allowed for Jedi's.
Anyway, made it, got the compression and ice on it. Up and down stairs is painful. I've not had an ankle this dodgy since playing football over in London Colney against some bunch of morons.
Hopefully I'll be back by the weekend.
The Jedi master was in supreme form. The hills were just pimples and the pace was just above a walk for him. That's why he's the master.
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