My Left Leg.

My left leg threw a sickie a few months ago. I guess it must have woken up one morning and thought “Bugger it. I’ll have a few days off”. Those few days quickly turned into a few weeks and before I knew what was going on, I was carrying a passenger. More accurately my right leg was carrying a passenger. Stairs, walking, cycling and many more activities were pooh-poohed by my errant left perambulatory limb. As some kind of conscientious objector my left leg was living the life of Riley while poor old right leg was taking on the (not inconsequential) burden of all that extra work. As a result of its sloth, left leg became lame and withered while reliable old right leg, became sturdy and strong, muscles bulging and sinews taut.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before all this idleness came home to roost. Well yesterday was that time. You may be able to swing the lead when you’re out on a walk or riding a bike, but snowboarding is a different matter. Yesterday my left leg had to put in a shift at the snow-face and I can tell you, it’s not happy. The pain starts in the lower ankle, flares up again in the knee and follows through with muscular spasms in the thighs. Only the lower arse seems to be bearing it’s burden with dignity.

I’ve applied the usual remedy (God bless you Nurofen Gel) but secretly I’m quite pleased it’s had its come-uppance. Better still I’ve a nice surprise in store for it today, plenty more downhill’s and maybe, if I’m feeling mean (which is often the case) a mogul field or two.

That should teach it a lesson.