So it’s all gone awry. Not quite like last time, but preparations have taken a slip and recovery is now the name of the game.
Didn’t get a chance to blog last night so here I am, and reflection will allow a fairer assessment of circumstances. I hope.
Sunday morning was chosen for the outing to give another day to get over my cold and another day for my foot to heal, both of which have been enormously annoying. The foot seemed okay after Thursday’s run, then swelled on the Friday to be large enough on Friday evening to encourage me to do some plastering and stuff on the house on Saturday to allow the swelling to diminish…which if it did, was in the direction of my nose, chest and throat for the Sunday morning!
I was in no state to run. Normally I get a hint of a cold but this one was so swift, it frustrated almost as much as the severity of it caught me out. Full on stuffed nose, aching back, really sore (3 days worth) throat and everything. The only bright side was increased foot recovery time and missing some cold evenings to run in.
The loss was 35 training miles at quite a crucial time.
Still, Sunday saw me head out in the sunshine with thoughts of any loop up to 13 miles in my head. All of the route was close to home with the intention of returning if anything went wrong. Which, in the truest sense, it didn’t.
Less than a mile in saw me stop for a damned good cough, introducing a spare lung to the roadside, but other than that my only cold hangover symptom was a lack of energy. No real fizz, no pop, no surge. Just a steady plod, which seemed fair enough.
I stopped for a stretch at 5 miles and realised that I was quite sore. My foot had started hurting a bit but the real worry was my calves being tight. Despite stretching every day i’ve not been running, they seemed to have tightened right up. And on returning to running, no pace was available at all. My new favourite stretch of road took my mind off things a bit, but my spark had gone.
At 7 miles I stopped briefly again to stretch out and make sure a return home was the sensible thing, and it seemed to be. So I did.
And now, a day later, my calves are so surrisingly sore it’s a shock. I’ve used the stick, which has helped, but it was so painful I couldn’t do it properly. My foot is the worry, though. While not swollen, i’ve kept a bandage on it all day and, while not feeling bad, it doesn’t feel as though it will take much to break it.
I’m not happy that a niggle might turn into something big. There’s nothing in there to go wrong, I didn’t think. It feels like i’ve played football as a kid and tied my laces wrong and kicked a really hard ball way too hard. A silly sort of pain that i’ve done nothing to cause but seems to be getting worse. I’m not going to resort to drugs for it, but tomorrow I intend to go for a really slow recovery run for my calves and assess the foot with every stride.
With 6 weeks to go, it’s a bit worrying, really. If only because I know my fitness level, if I could maintain it, would carry me through at around 4 hour pace. Won’t get that with a knackered foot, though, so i’ve got to be careful.
Frustratingly, i’ve been offered a sports armband for an iphone to try by these wonderful people. Since I neither have an iphone, nor normally run to music, i’ve had to pass up the offer of a freebie…that’s not very good form, now is it? Things to review would be just the ticket at the moment. Still, maybe I should try some music…may just take the mind off my rapidly disintegrating body!