I'm almost sure that the air temp today was the coldest that it's been in London. It was ICY cold and the frosty pavements didn't exactly say "Come and run on me!". But once I'd donned my new long sleeved fluorescent yellow top Mrs Dan had bought me for Christmas, I was off.
I have to say it was tense work. I concentrated fiercely on planting my feet firmly on the ground and tried to anticipate how I'd fall, if in fact I did actually fall! By the time I'd reached the Thames path from Richmond to Twickenham I was in good shape. Quite a lot of the route along the Thames had tree cover so Jack Frost must've had difficulty sticking to the pavements there. I was feeling good, and tanking along at a fair old pace.....
Two unexpected events happened. Firstly, an incredible wave of nausea came over me at 4.5K. It was so powerful I had to stop and walk myself back to normality. So weird that was. It wasn't long before I'd recovered and I was on my way again.
Event #2 happened about a kilometre further down the track. A sharp "Oooo! What was that?" pain zipped through my right calf. I carried on, using the rule that if the pain was manageable I could carry on. If it hurt, then I would immediately stop.
Pazzzziiiiingggggg!!!!! Another sharp jolt of pain zapped it's way through my right calf and I thought "OK Dan. This is it. STOP RUNNING NOW!" The odd thing is that it didn't really hurt at all whilst walking. Only when I ran. I stopped and had a good long slow stretch and that seemed to fix it.
Or so I thought.....
I started running again but within 200m I was back walking, and I threw in the "running towel" at this point. I truly believe that running all tensed up, right from the beginning, has contributed to this injury. I was so nervous of the frosty path, I think my muscles must've done the equivalent of a mans jaw whilst shaving! You know - all pulled to one side and tense!!!
Have been out to the shops with Mrs Dan and very slowly I've begun to "feel" the presence of some pain there. I've iced it with my ice pack and am wearing a compression sock for the rest of the day to hopefully fix it up. It doesn't feel too bad but I'm gonna give it two days rest and see how it is Friday. I really was hoping to run New Years Eve and then clock off the year with a blindingly successful run - but I'm gonna have to let that dream pass in favour of my calf!
Beware of the slippery roads and paths folks. Take care out there. It's a jungle!
More posts soon, but in the meantime have a brilliant New Years Eve and I hope 2015 brings you wealth, health and a penis.
Oops! Sorry! I meant "HAPPINESS"!!!