Back to work with a bang and some horror meant I was looking forward to a run, but not in the weather around Rye.
It’s been blowing a gale and occasionally pelting down with rain, but come 5 o’clock I was keen enough to go out and head towards Cock Marling, uphill into the wind, in an effort to feel less bloated.
Such a shame that my legs hurt from the knee down, both left and right, so much that I was slowed to a crawl. The right shin fracture site, ankle, calf and foot as well as the left calf, shin, ankle and heel. Every step made me want to turn around and each step seemed to take so long I wondered if I’d ever get to the turnaround point.
Strangely, however, I was still happy to be out and thinking quite lucidly about how good it is to be running, even with pain, compared to doing nothing. So just before I turned around, I headed down “Dumb Woman Lane” (it does exist, honest – just outside Rye on the Udimore Road – Google will confirm it for the doubters!) to satisfty my desire for silliness on a run – it’s a car wide and second gear steep, so any traffic proves a problem and coming up was going to hurt.
Well, there was too much traffic and so I turned around before the bottom.
And yes, it did hurt.
More than the trip out to it had.
Still, the route back to the office was slightly downhill after this, with a following wind. But my legs still hurt so much that I kept the pace right down in order to let them recover a bit. Which, I think, they have.
So I look forward to seeing how I feel tomorrow. To Thursday and a trip out in a go-kart at Buckmore Park. To Friday and a run and weight filled evening following my lack of run on Thursday. And to, hopefully one day, feeling a little less bloated than I seem to all the time at the moment.