Laughter, according to the Reader’s Digest, is the best medicine. So it was good to hear a couple of jokes last night from my main source of terrible jokes, my mother. It’s a rare day when she tells a clean one, and last night was no exception:
A man arrives home having just purchased a pack of the new ‘Olympic Condoms’, he strides through the door and announces his purchase to his wife.
“Olympic condoms?” she blurts, “What makes them so special?”
“They’re in three colors,” he replies, “gold, silver, and bronze.” “
What color are you planning on wearing tonight?” she asks cheekily.
“Why, gold, of course.” says the man proudly.
“Really?” she responds. “Why don’t you wear the silver tonight? It’d be nice if you came second for a change.”
The medicine is required for my sore foot. I’ve developed a pain across the top of my foot which … hurts. It started on Tuesday night, eased off during the day but came back pretty instantly last night. I ended up cutting my run short (an annoyance as I’d just eased into the lead of my Nike+ challenge) and it’s still sore this morning.
I’ll rest up for a couple of days and see how it is on Sunday. I’ll also be changing back to regular laces in case the elastic ones are causing the problem. Hopefully it’s just a bit of bruising although, if I’m honest, it feels worse than that. Thankfully having previously broken a metatarsal I know it’s not that… bloody sore though.