Stretching my imagination

I haven’t run since my knee gave way, on Wednesday.  No running, and no doing much else either.  My Fitbit stats are shockingly awful – Dad has just been on the phone, sounding delighted that he’s done twice as many steps as me this week! – and I’m beginning to feel a little like a…

Bad run… (insert limp joke here)

Normally, I plan my morning runs meticulously, the evening before.  I map my route; set my alarm; pack my running backpack and set out my running clothes by my bed, so I can jump out of bed, get dressed and get out of the door before I’m sufficiently awake for my brain to come up…