I had a whopping, nasty charley horse last night (this is why I didn’t run this morning), which reminded me that my British colleagues have to manage without this evocative, specific diagnosis for a leg cramp. I thought that I had blogged about this deficiency in British English before; I remember discussing it in the sacristy with my former boss. But a search turned up no relevant horses, so I must have intended to blog, without carrying the intention through.
It felt as though I couldn’t straighten my leg out for fifteen minutes, but I had been fast asleep and eventually fall back asleep without checking the time, so I may be exaggerating the duration. Ouch —