Somewhere in Chile, I’m not sure where, I lost a lot of the strength in my right leg. I recall standing up with consummate ease one night before we headed to Easter Island. By the end of the trip I was dragging the leg along as Chris led the way through the Santiago crowds.
On return to the UK a stiffness and awkwardness in motion of the leg peaked, and has only gradually eased over the last couple of weeks. The top of the leg feels strained a little today.
That said, my painkiller intake has started to reduce. Indeed, despite a little niggle today I have been drug free.
Which makes my limp something of a puzzle. It’s been genuine for so long but today should be free movement for Stringy day. So I was puzzled to catch myself dragging my leg along earlier. No pain. Minimal strain.
Maybe it’s still not quite right. Backed up by still feeling a little niggly. Maybe I’ve just become accustomed to moving that way in recent weeks. But my little moment of self awareness has forced me to change my behaviour a little.
While not quite back to full speed, I am definitely more agile than I have been. The right leg is just about as capable as the left.
I’m still left wondering why on earth I defaulted to a slow limp though.