The plan was to run the third run of the Magic 10, the 5k, on Saturday morning at Parkrun. But childcare fell through and at 9 years old he is a little too young to be left either at home or on a park bench. Running together would be torturous for both of us. Plus I was fairly certain that my long distance relationship was coming to an end, so my mojo was absent.
We had planned to meet friends at the climbing wall, then come back to mine for a sleepover. I was a struggling a bit, but my lovely climbing partner drove a two hour round trip to bring me an emergency roll up, which cheered me up. We climbed for a couple of hours, on some hard routes. There was one particular move where I slung my left leg over a large volume and engaged my calf muscle and heel to pull my whole body weight up and onto the block. It felt strenuous at the time, but it was only the next morning when my foot touched the ground that I realised I had strained the muscle. A compression sleeve helped me get through the day, and sleep, repeat, but I was out of action for the week.
It felt better today, so I took as gentle a run as I could around the local tracks, ready to stop if it hurt. Thankfully, it didn’t. A little dull ache now when I stretch but nothing out of the ordinary.
It was good to get out again. Despite doing the 5k, I don’t know if the 10k plan is back on track but it felt good to be able to gently plod along the road again. My heart is in the same place; plodding along.
That was 5k
Stormy 41 mins (5K)
A month? Really?
