I Am Injured.
I think my last half marathon run was a half marathon too far.
I lost my mind over the weekend. Breaking 2 hours on a half marathon for the first time ever made me question what was possible and in turn I lost all notion of my limitations.
Now I have an irritated Achilles tendon
From the 10th mile onwards I was aware of a mild stiffness in my lower left leg, one which I experienced after the Liverpool half marathon in March.
I didnt think anything of the pain in my leg yesterday as I was more worried about evading the stray sheep I met on the hill.
However ever since this morning the niggle has become progressively worse.
In the meantime I’ve tried Deep Heat, ibuprofen and co-codamol to try to feel better but none have worked that well.
I’m now 50/50 at best for the Ards Half Marathon on Friday.
All of this is entirely my own fault. I should have adopted the typical behaviour of a beleaguered Presbyterian fucker and ran 2 miles before having an apple and a guilty wank at bed-time. I wouldn’t be suffering now if I’d went down that road (unless I neglected to wash my hands before the act and got a pip lodged in my urethra).
It could be worse though.
I’m glad that I tested my limitations for once.
Sure I might have picked up an injury, but I’ve spent 2 years of playing safe and running easy. For once I followed my heart and was running not to punish or test myself, but for the joy and excitement of feeling stronger.
I’m doing all I can to recover now. I’m not running until I’m 100% that my leg is better. I am not being a stupid fucking martyr and running injured in Ards.
I’m giving myself time to recover and once I’m ready I’m gonna keep the same spirit that set me off for my 3rd half marathon of the week yesterday.
I hope it is better before Friday. All I can do in the meantime is rest, impose a 2.5mph walking speed limit on myself and eat plenty of Cheestrings and I’ll be right as rain in no time.
Here’s hoping it all turns out well. I’m eating a Toblerone and thinking of all of you out there.