So after being such a lazy frog for the last week or so, I made it out for a 6km walk on Sunday - hungover with a spate of lying down in the park on the way, then last night headed out for the regular bridge and back run.
I knew that I had a bit of a niggle in my left calf, but much against the advice of the running books I proceeded to ignore it and run at my normal pace.
I knew that I had a bit of a niggle in my left calf, but much against the advice of the running books I proceeded to ignore it and run at my normal pace.
Again the second leg (I wish I intended the pun) was a lot easier than the first. I felt like I could go for ages aerobically, but when I stopped I knew something was wrong with my leg.
This morning I KNOW there is something wrong.
Ironically now that I want to run as much as I can this week it looks like I’ll not be able to. I’ll get on a exercise bike later in the week to see if that helps. I’d be very disappointed if this was a career ending injury. Unlikely, but I may need to look into alternative East Coast Marathons for this year. I don’t want to, Seattle feels right.
This morning I KNOW there is something wrong.
Ironically now that I want to run as much as I can this week it looks like I’ll not be able to. I’ll get on a exercise bike later in the week to see if that helps. I’d be very disappointed if this was a career ending injury. Unlikely, but I may need to look into alternative East Coast Marathons for this year. I don’t want to, Seattle feels right.
It shall be. I hope.
No Snickering.
No comments:
Post a Comment