A Floss ramble and an apology to the friends I have neglected over the last few weeks. I have missed many of your posts and for that I apologise.
Well.. it's been a while since I rambled... but here I am...
A glorious morning this morning... the kind of morning that lifts your spirits and warms your soul.
A paintbox sky …. blue and white... a child's picture.. simplicity and perfection.
I set out from home at a steady pace.. warming the muscles up slowly... just a short excursion this morning...heading out around the Crescent and down the hill.
Gardens neat and tidy, the first real manicure of the season.; clipped and trimmed and the regimented rows of early painted begonias... braving the still chill air.
The sound of my feet on the pavement.. trying to round my ankles as I head down past the station and up the lane towards the field.... just a very gentle pace across to the railway cutting... the hedges thick, penetrable green.. the hidden wildlife, scratching and snuffling and the small birds, weaving patterns in and out of the thicket.
Cow parsley, umbrella heads of the intricate lace pattern that only Nature can master... filling the air with a heady mix of damp sweetness... and to the turn,where, my left leg aching, I retrace my steps... stopping underneath my majestic tree..thick leaved and dark, whispering secret messages between budding twig fingers. I breathe in deeply... trying to imbibe the strength and power from the rooted giant... and then out of the fields and back up the lane; the early sunshine for the first time warm on my back... easing the aches and pains and loosening stiff joints...I reach my destination and it is enough.
A route I have done many, many times, only this morning... it was a walk... I cannot run.
I have not run now since June 9th and I know now, I probably should not have run then, before that it was the 27th May.
I ran on that day...the last run in the Spring Speed Challenge on the Marathon Forum.Yes you did read that correctly... a Speed challenge, just against me, in the company of like minded friends with their own challenges. Mine was to try to improve my 1K pace I did so, but my last run which should have been my best time, proved a step too far maybe?
A twinge, pulled me up short... I stretched, I massaged and I ran.. the twinge was still there..now a sharp pain and now impossible to ignore. I walked /hobbled the last 1K and for the first time ever had to call out the cavalry, in the form of Mr OF.
So.... long story short ( impossible I hear you cry), after 12 days off in April with a tree pollen allergy...then a week with food poisoning... and a now nearly three week break because of injury I am still on the IC...
My twinge was it turns out, a twinge with a long name...all to do with the Tibialis Posterior,and basically a tear in that particular tendon.
The good news..because I did the right thing initially and followed the advice I dole out so boringly to other folk, it is not as bad as it could be... ( The 3K run on the 9th did not help though),and because as my Physio told me, I am fit strong and healthy, that also helped...
But I am on the IC until he sees me again on Saturday... I have been breaking in the new orthotic inserts, given to me last week... which will help the healing process..( they are tricky and my leg aches... ). I have exercised regularly with the exercises he has given me. I have listened to his advice and accepted that, it may have been my speed work that caused the tear, but also that it might not. It happens he said, to many runners... and it was only a Level 1. It will improve and I will run again. But.. any attempt at speed is out of the question... he said if I felt the need again to run faster, then not for a year at least Pointing to my T shirt, he said that maybe that was the way for me to go, and was at pains to point out that it had nothing to do with my age
So... I know now that although I had fun over the speedy six week adventure...... I am destined for slow and steady. It is after all, my renowned mantra. It suits me... My happy pace will carry me wherever I want to be...it will take me to new places and to meet new friends.
I am content... I have hopes that on Saturday I will get an all clear, if not I will be patient.
I would be lying if I said that I have not felt low over the last weeks...hence my absence from here. I have felt sorry for myself and allowed myself to give in to self pity. My Half Marathon seeming unreal... and the person who ran that, someone else; but it is not so. I was that person.. I am that person and I did run it.
We fall.. we get up again...we hurt and we heal...and, as I am so fond of saying, for me , each run is a blessing... and the blessing, also, is, that the runs will always wait.