I have a shapely calf. Just the one. An insect bite at Boggart Hole Clough XC, and now some very localised swelling. If the other one looked like this, I think I'd be quite proud of my legs. I wasn't proud of my performance mind you. It was the usual slurry of gloop and testosterone, a primeval combative charge, running round in circles in a gritty northern town park. And neither was I overly concerned. Distracted and ready with my own vest, I showed up, joined in and went home...literally looking forward to the weekend end! And it ended very well.
