42 Days to Ireland!
So, I did it all wrong! Thank goodness the sports gods looked down on me!
10 days ago I (foolishly) lined up for ‘dads v sons‘ soccer. The last game of the season.
After x-rays, acupuncture, and some good fucking drugs, I finally felt relatively normal in the pool.
I can generate full power! I’m still in pain, but nothing I can’t tolerate.
Thank goodness. Ireland could possibly be back on track…albeit with a slightly early and unscheduled taper! 🤦🏻♂️