This blasted calf and shin zinging is getting right on my ti**! I couldn't be more organised with my resting, ice packing, heel drops, foam rolling etc but yet the flaming legs are getting more and more uncomfortable. I've got a theory and thought I'd run it by you, having just read a very interesting by Ashton
I'm trying to get to the Holy Grail distance of 10KM. I can do 8K (just!) and definitely 7, but todays glorious run was supposed to be 10% further than 8K. Twas not to be, dear reader. After just a few minutes I was aware that whereas before the niggles dissipated once the muscles were nicely warmed up, today was a different story. Perhaps I should just be happy with my extremely comfortable distance of 5K. I mean, it's half an hour, it's healthy, it would fit in to my work life balance (whenever I DO work that is - I'm a freelancer) and it's exactly 5K more than I could run this time last year!!! Get iiiiiiin!
Todays run was going nicely but after K3 I was desperate to sit on one of the wooden benches and just stare at the ducks bobbing about on the Thames in the bright sunshine. I resisted this particular urge and pressed on. A lollopping man runner passed me breathing like a horse giving birth and I couldn't believe his running form. It was....well.....HORRIBLE! But yet he zongled past me (just! - I was right on his heels until he turned off) and I wondered how ridiculous I must look. I kept going....
I saw a lady runner ahead of me and I wondered if I could catch her up. My shins were humming now and then a rather unpleasant pinging and zinging sensation in my hamstrings ON BOTH BLOODY LEGS! Jeeeeez! Just as I was contemplating what to do, LAdy Runner stopped and walked - she must've been a C25K'er. "Good for her" I thought and I ran past. I began to pick up speed and decided to ignore the discomfort, however this reckless bravado didn't last long and I HAD to stop for a walk. Today was NOT gonna be a glorious 8K (+10% remember!).
I crossed the road at Richmond Bridge and started running again - I say "running" as my feet were hardly leaving the ground but I kept on. I suddenly heard two "OK yah" types behind me - two guys running together and talking loudly "Yah and like I said are you serious? He put the phone down and I said......." (this was the only bit of conversation I heard). They past me at 120mph, their legs taking long effortless strides, their arms swinging naturally, their shoulders looking relaxed and their conversation boring the birds from the trees - (sorry...I was feeling a bit tetchy at this stage). I just had to stop again. The OK YAH's had sucked every last bit of energy from my useless legs and I decided to walk home - about 2K! I passed a lovely old lady who said to me "Go on then! Catch them up!" - she was referring to the OK YAH's. I laughed and said "I can't! And I thought I was better than this!" - I carried on with my warm down walk as briskly as I could and even tried a few yards of running, but Super Dan was out of puff today folks.
The great thing is, I have managed to get to the stage of this running lark that whenever you have a bad run, you should NEVER EVER let it get you down. I quickly put it behind me and jumped in the jacuzzi with some epsom salts for company (they're supposed to be soothing for your joints love!).
I think I may be pushing my 50 year old body just that wee bit too hard. I think it's saying "Oi Dan you great lump! You're not in your 20's or 30's yer great lummox! Slow down and listen to that body of yours." I tend to agree with my body. He's pretty smart you know......
STOP PRESS***** My super duper compression shin guards have arrived in the post! Hopefully these babies will give my shins the loving caress they deserve on my next outing. Stay tuned.
Thanks for reading and HAPPY RUNNING!