In the early hours of January 1st this year, after one too many gin tonics, my friend slipped on some ice, faceplanted the pavement, chipped her front tooth, and received her first gift of the New Year: a grade III ankle sprain. Normally incredibly active and incapable of sitting still for thirty seconds, she was bound to crutches for nearly two months. That meant no sport, exercise, or even skipping up the stairs. Or in her words, “This year is cursed I can’t…
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