Waves crash over me. Pushing me down onto the ocean floor. Wanting to smash my body into millions of pieces like it has done with the sand that rushes through my toes. Freezing is the word that comes to mind. Ocean water sent from the south pole to wash against this shore is still very cold as it breaks over me.

I run to the shore but the sudden cold water and stretching of the run don't seem to mix well. My calf muscle rips under the strain and I fall fall to the ground holding my leg in pain. Time passes and yet the pain doesn't disappear, it increases. My short lived holiday is over. I limp back home and see a doctor.

I'm told I've torn the muscle that attaches my aquiles heal to my leg. Two to four weeks I'll be out of action. One to three i know this means. I've always been a fast healer. Every time I've had stitches I've always had to have them removed many days before most people would. With all the problems my body gives me at least it's able to recover.