spare ribs

On Sunday morning, after a dark and stormy night, I went early for a long run. Alas, the park was closed because the wardens were afraid of possible broken branches (they should try working in Central Park!). So I went running on my usual night route following the underground TGV line. Alas, when entering one of the tunnel, I was not paying enough attention to the ground and slipped on the wet tar: I scrapped part of my thigh and hurted my ribs and back, as the fall was really sudden! (Fall, again would have been an appropriate title, right?) I still felt fine enough to complete my round and come home grumbling about the wardens who &tc… After a few hours, some of the ribs started to hurt more and I started to suspect a broken rib. I went to see my sport practitioner on the next day and he diagnosed a broken rib! Nothing major but at least two weeks before it mends. Not only did those wardens who &tc… made me miss a quick climbing trip to Chamonix, but the same wardens who &tc… will also be the cause of me missing the half-marathon in Argentan, the one for which I was expecting so much… (As I wrote earlier, “A big if and a big hope!”)