i keep telling myself that the clicking i hear in my general knee area every time i run down* the stairs is the sound of my shoes. it gets a little more difficult to maintain this fantasy when i run down the stairs barefoot.
on a more positive note, tennis elbow seems to have realised there will be no tennis to be had for love or money and is slowly vacating the premises.
i wonder what will fail me next. stay tuned as i bang out all future posts with my nose as my fingers contract chronic persistent violinitis. my career in stringed instruments is as extensive as my career in tennis.
*oddly enough there are no mysterious "shoe" sounds when i run up the stairs. maybe the universe is trying to tell me something. i just wish i wasn't so damn resistant to getting her point.