At the end of the 9th week I went to see a man about a knife and a microscope. He was to call me back about an appointment to take it further. I went to the park and ran to make sure my knee was sore the next time I saw him. I ran and ran. I did lunges. I hopped. I jumped off a park bench. I shouted “Ill tell her” as I sprinted past a couple ‘making out’ in the trees. It was difficult to reproduce the pain. The Surgeon did not call back that day. The next day I rode. The next day I ran and rode. The surgeon still didn’t call. I no longer wanted him to. The next day I took a flight to Switzerland.

On the frst day I struggled on a climb. My heart rate was high, I was breathless at 2500m, I was hauling 80kg up the mountain. Read on …

It took me 3 attempts to find the ‘Sally Gap’- I left without asking anyone or looking at a map each time - the first time I ended up in Malahide …. don’t ask !

I planned a trip to the ‘Stelvio’ on the plane to Zurich. I checked and double checked the map before we left as it wouldn’t have been cricket to bring the Irish Team on a 3 day wild goose chase. Read on …

From  a lot of this:

To today in Dublin

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