I strained my calf a while ago. Scintillating, I know, but there’s a point here.
A friend I hadn’t seen in a while noticed me limping when I went to visit her, and she asked me how I hurt my leg.
“Oh,” I said, “I was on this cruise ship off the coast of Spain, and I decided I’d run some laps, you know, to stay in shape or whatever. So I’m just looking out at the view of Barcelona, and I get all excited and start running too fast and, bam, my calf just seizes up.”