Let's set the scene. It's the 1st of September, I've suffered a plethora of niggles since Gungho 6wks previously. I've just painted the hallway and cleaned up. It's time. I'm going for a run. I turn away from sink, head out of the kitchen to change and BAM!! I've kicked the lead door stop. πππ I have never felt pain like it. It was beyond swearing, crying or laughing. My 4th toe took the full brunt of the blow.
Much hobbling ensued in the following days. My toe went black and my foot purple - pretty π A trip to A&E a week later confirmed no broken bones - phew. 25 days later the bruising is still visible, my poor toe joint still painful to touch βΉ
The mornings are closing in and I can already feel the grip of SAD. Driving home this evening as dusk was falling, I was overcome with the need to run. I cant explain it, i had to run π€·ββοΈ So, FINALLY, after 9 1/2 weeks I've been for a little jig jog. Toe is throbbing but I feel amazing, energised and happy. πππ
This running malarky is jolly good π
Love to all my VRB's. I have quietly been following in the background, watching you whizz through Juju's plan and beyond. You are all awesome x
Happy running folks xxx