I'm starting to feel that running at 47 is like being the owner of a vintage classic car. I'd like to think that I have an old MG, though it's closer to an Austin 7, but the analogy still holds. Basically, to keep this old banger on the road requires constant maintenance and attention. That's OK as far as it goes, but the problem is that no sooner have I fixed the gear box than the gaskets blow. I sort out the gaskets and the suspension goes. I invest time and effort mending the suspension, and the drive shaft promptly snaps.
Basically, I'm cronked again. I fixed that dodgy glute, reinforced those feeble calf muscles, sorted the over stride and the knee drive, could represent the UK at can-openers on the fitball at the Olympics.... but my left knee is still hurting for some unfathomable reason.
Heigh ho, back into the workshop, out with the toolkit and the maintenance manual... this old model T is getting back on the road one way or another...