I've had four days off running, nursing my left knee. The timing is bloomin' annoying as it's now only TWENTY SIX DAYS till the Cub and I really could be doing without running-related knee pain restricting my training when a nine mile cliff run is looming in less than four weeks' time.
I'm having treatment for it. We've worked through a diagnosis (certain muscles not firing properly and putting strain on others which are doing extra work as a result, as well as core muscle strength needing some attention and belly breathing for the whole lot), and the lovely Viv (runner and sports therapist extraordinaire) is confident I'll be OK to run the race, provided I take it easy until then. Those of you who run will understand that, while I know I am nine mile fit and reasonably hill-proof (to a point!) and I can get round based on the training I've done to date, I really want to run it well and I'm frustrated at the curbing of my training.
On the plus side, I don't know a single runner who hasn't had to cope with injury at one time or another. We have lots of friends who are ultra endurance runners and they just take it as part of the sport. You just have to factor it in and be sensible about rest and getting treatment. There are two races before the Cub, a 10k and a 5 mile, both on roads. They may end up being sacrificial victims if I decide my knee isn't strong enough to do all three. It's interesting how some races mean more to you than others. I'll be sad to miss the other two, but I'd be absolutely gutted not to run the Cub. If I have to I will be crawling round it on my hands and knees, face set in Grim Determination :o)
I didn't do Parkrun on Saturday as a result and to be honest I was rather glad not to: it blew a blizzard and it was freeeeeeezing. M ran it in shorts (!) but most others were in head-to-toe thermals. I volunteered instead and was helping out with the funnel. Persuading exhausted runners to keep moving along to the token point and to keep in their race positions was an interesting experience! I met a lovely Czech lady called Varma (I think- we were so muffled with layers it was hard to hear her name properly). She's a maths lecturer. My maths is
I did get out for a 2.5 mile trot round the fields with the doggy folk this morning. As an experiment. The knee help up until the last half mile and now its aching again. So more half clams, plank, belly breathing and various other abdominal, glute and quad exercises for me, plus another session with Viv on Friday. On the plus side it was lovely to be running again. We had a close encounter with a buzzard who wasn't at all bothered about us running past him while he stood on the ground, and two skylarks who rose into the air trilling. They've just started again so that means Spring is definitely on the way.
Hope you're all well?