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EIGHTEEN months ago, in the most innocent of circumstances, I broke the right metatarsal in my right foot. I'd been playing squash, and decided to warm down with a light jog. There was no drama, just a sound similar to a twig snapping as I turned the first corner.
There was no real pain either, but I knew immediately a bone had been broken. What I wasn't to know, or even guess, was just how long it would take to fully recover from the injury. Suffice to say, most of 2005 was an exercise wash-out.See the full content of this document
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I didn't, I accept, spend the next fortnight sleeping in an oxygen tent, and nor can I yet comprehend why the surgeon at the hospital didn't advise me to have the foot encased in plaster.
But the point is that even whe...See the full content of this document
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