Ladies and gentlemen - I am a runner again! My latest visit to Achilles ended with him finally giving me permission to add running back to the list of things I am allowed to do. This is very exciting, even if by 'running' he means 'run/walk, and with the running bits very slow'. To celebrate, … Continue reading Definitely the Tortoise
You'll have noticed I've been unusually quiet lately. That’s because there hasn't been much worth telling you about. My cross training annals are distinctly light. I wanted to turn this layoff time into something positive. Embrace cross training. Find an activity I like almost as much as running so I have a chance of keeping … Continue reading Adventures in Cross Training, or Still Crocked
Don't let your struggle become your identity. We all know that running makes you happy. There are lots of reasons for this; it releases endorphins. It helps you feel healthy. It allows you to set targets, and when you reach them it gives you an enormous sense of achievement. It reduces stress, partly thanks to those … Continue reading A Long Way Down
There's something to be said for blissful ignorance. There I was at my third appointment since getting back from my holiday, patiently allowing my physio to crank up the voltage on the electrotherapy machine. I even resisted the urge to yell out 'it's aliiiive!' when the pulses of power through my shin started making my foot … Continue reading I Wish I Hadn’t Asked….
Today I woke up at 12pm, because I hadn't set an alarm. It's Long Run Sunday. Gosh, this hasn't happened for a while. Since coming back from San Francisco I've had two physio sessions and a meeting with my coach. My physio has been allowing me to go with my self-diagnosis of 'calf strain and … Continue reading New York, New York – Not Gonna Be A Part of It
San Francisco has only one drawback - 'tis hard to leave. Rudyard Kipling Yeah. That's about the size of it. Well, we're back from San Francisco. It was a bit of a shock stepping out into a cold, wet and miserable London yesterday. The nights are drawing in here and all the shops put up … Continue reading The San Francisco Chronicles 4 – The Only Drawback
It’s always good to be told you have an ‘itis’ that you can barely spell, isn’t it? A trip to the physio today for a routine sports massage to maintain my poor stressed calves turned into something a bit more sinister. I told the physio I’d been experiencing small amounts of pain in the bit of … Continue reading An Actual Pain in the Arse
My usually not that strict coach has decided I need a few days off. Mainly I think this is because I'm struggling to be particularly nice to people at the moment because I'm too tired to put up with their rubbish. Or their opinions. Or their breathing. Between us we think I might be suffering … Continue reading Resting State