Is very important. This I have recently discovered, as I have ended up with the Deliciousness that is Cellulitis... la horribly swollen and infected foot, limping around the house, resting all weekend, on masses of antibiotics, no skating. And the story being that I powered on through the pain of my new fave Man Shoes when they cut my feet to shreds on Wednesday... went skating and filled the wound with sweat and dirt and bacteria on Thursday... and was limping with shooting pains up the back of my calf by Friday. Poor Bex ran me to the After Hours Doctors after dinner, not an especially fun end to the evening.
Woe oh woe is lame old me, I thought, while laying face down on the bed in the surgery. Sixty-three dollars worth of lameness. I filled out an ACC form, hilarious if it gets accepted - whoever processes that will think that I'm the lamest of the lame too. Lamey lame lame. Ich bin sehr lame. Je suis tres lame. And so forth and suchlike.
The moral of this story then is: carry sticking plasters, don't wear un-broken-in shoes and cover open wounds before exercise.
So fucking lame.
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