It’s been a few weeks since I provided you all with my running updates and thoughts, so here we go.
As you can probably guess from the title, it’s not gone well so far.
I finished January off with an 11 Mile run, my longest and furthest to date.
I received my 50Mile Challenge medal and very comfortable compression top! (thank you www.raceatyourpace.co.uk )
Everything felt great and then it all went downhill. ↘️
1st life got in the way with family commitments and work commitments, and having a lazy week basically.😴
I was also promoted in work (YAY) so again my head was in a different place and my runs suffered (not ideal).
The plan was to crack on the following week, it was all good, I was doing a bit more than my plan so a few rest days wouldn’t hurt too much.
Then the most stupid and ridiculous injury occurred! I still don’t know 100% how I done it, basically I thought I heard a knock on my front door.🏠
I opened the door and only Mr Invisible and the Jack Frost where there, as I went to close the door I turned, my body moved but my foot didn’t!
OOOOOWWWWWHHHH! I got a sharp shooting pain up the outside of my foot and it became hard to put weight on it!
Mrs J could tell from my face I wasn’t just looking for sympathy and from that moment, Sunday`s night sleep went out the window! Or should that be front door?
My head had gone and I kept thinking “I can’t walk, how can I run?”😫
I went the local walk in centre on the Monday, explained to the wonderful staff 🤕 (Never Knock the NHS or Nursing Staff, Angels in Uniform) what I had done, that I was training to run the London Marathon too, I had an X-ray ☠️ and was told, it’s not broken (thank god) its either a sprain or a Twinge/Pull, but best not to run for a month! NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO, this isn’t an option!
The hotels are booked, Friends and Family have taken time off work and paid out their hard earned money, to be part of my Journey! I can’t let them down! I don’t want to let myself down either! 😔
Head well and truly mashed!🤯
I didn’t run and didn’t put much weight on it for a few days, it started to feel better and I kept moving and stretching, hoping it was just a bad dream!
So this week, February the 13th in fact ( let’s face it, can’t be superstitious in this predicament can I) I went for a short run, to test the foot out, I say a short run, it was actually 5k, now in the grand scheme of things this is the tip of the iceberg, but in this moment I needed to reflect on the fact that once upon a time, not so long ago, 5k was a dream! Then it was a Goal, then an Achievement and now it’s almost a warm up! If anything you have to remember where you were and where you are now, to appreciate that journey.
Last night I ran 5 miles, I was tempted to go for a 10 k (6.2Miles) but my head ruled my Ego and I decided that 1 hour of running was enough and I didn’t want to overdo it and feel like I had, the previous week.
Hand on heart although people have much more serious injuries and have to get back on the horse so to speak, I almost had a fear of running! Until I got my kit on and went out, my head and heart had been having an emotional fight based around fear.
Will I get hurt,
Will I pull something,
Will I aggravate it,
Will I make it worse,
I just needed to relax and not think too much about it, every pain, twinge, niggle could be anything but you just need to carry on, if it gets to bad then stop!
I’ve been a bit stiff and sore but hopefully it’s just a bit of rust and as long as I don’t go and push myself too much, I’ll be ok!
Part of my Valentines present from Mrs J!
She knows me better than I know myself x