Can you still call yourself a runner when you haven’t run for nearly half a year?

Things looked a little bleak in January when my retina came loose yet again, but third eye op and third time lucky. Everything finally stayed where it was supposed to, and I adjusted to life being a little fuzzy and distorted.

The bad news? An eyeball full of oil meant a further three months with no running, no jumping, no anything that could be described as ‘high impact’.