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Gail jogged on a regular basis, keeping herself as fit as possible given that, as a working mum, home pressures and time constraints were always against her. Now, moving easily across the gently undulating fields, all those months, years, of pounding around the streets where she lived paid off.
At first.
The sheer distance she’d already covered was far greater than her usual workout. And, as she made the crest of the second rise, she felt the twinge in her side grow far sharper, excruciating in fact, a warning sign, telling her to stop. Which she did, bent forward slightly, grimacing, holding onto the left side of her body. It hurt, and the words of her doctor came back at her. He’d warned her against doing too much.
“What are you trying to do?” she’d asked, and Gail smiled and shru
