Actually not so much a kick in the nuts, more like a two footed, studs-up tackle delivered late and from behind by Big Dave in a Sunday league match. It was all going so well. The weather forecast was for sunshine, no wind and possibly some white stuff. My backpack was packed and ready to go and my Friday evening run after work was one of those rare dreamy occasions when it feels like you could run forever. A few hours later and I got blind-sided by a heavy stinking cold and the clearing sky un-cleared itself and it proceeded to rain for the rest of the weekend. Not that the weather had any effect on my bed-ridden weekend. Whine, bitch, moan.
Still, next weekend we go skiing :-)