June 12, 2014
Well if you read last weeks witterings I was wondering if I had done the right thing not running in the vets league. Well yes it was definitely the right thing to do, but made not a blind bit of difference to the outcome at Blaydon.
Let’s think about what has happened to me in the last 7 weeks:- I have twisted constantly about tiredness and sore legs. I am not sure if this is still London I am paying the price for or if I am just getting too old and it is time to hang up my trainers. (Fishing for support here). I have done the best I can to get back racing, using park runs as a measure of my rehab/recovery, and have actually had a couple decent runs namely Clive Cookson and Gibside park run. I just don’t understand what is happening to me, it seems to be one step forward and two steps back.
Blaydon races is just about the final straw, I am really taking stock of my situation, I just notched up another year last Saturday, and this race was the closest I have come to dropping out. The support though from some of my fellow club members and many other club members was all that got me through as I walk/jogged to the end, in a time that I thought would never happen.
I travelled from Blaydon to Newcastle with 3 of my club colleagues on the bus. I am not one for making excuses prior to a run, if I say I am walking wounded that is the case. This time I was quite ok, had a really sore big toe, but apart from that actually felt quite good. The thing with my toe, I just woke up on the morning and it was throbbing, however I felt that I would be able to get through that, it wouldn’t be the first time I had run through a pain.
I set off from Newcastle, after a minimal warm up, running with Ruth, although the Ronnie Gale had a canny picture that made it look like I had run with Val… Anyway I ran the first mile comfortably at sub 6 pace, felt really good, and then at about 1 1/2 miles my calf tightened and then just stopped me in my tracks.
That Scotswood road is a long road when you are struggling, and I must have seen everyone I knew in the world, but only at the points when I was walking, which at this point was most of it. Most of them were supportive. I have had the worst run of my life this week, miles 3-6 were harder than 23-26 in London. Big sulk here now to drag myself out from under!!
I am going to have to go to the doctors about my foot, general consensus seems to be that it is either gout, or a bunion. I hope it’s neither, but if it is it could be the start of me becoming an armchair athlete instead of a real one.
So the reply to Linda last week , no and I probably shouldn’t have started Blaydon and yes I am regretting it now. Hope to be back running next week, but it looks doubtful at the moment.
Previous musings here.
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