And today was my turn.
Went out aiming to do 16 miles as marathon loometh and I need to get the miles in.
All went smoothly for the first 9 miles and then I tried a new trail I had not run before, whihc possibly was my mistake as it was really rutted and overgrown which made steppging gingerly the running style of choice to avoid turning an ankle. After a mile or so of that I gave it up as a bad idea and turned back, but my legs were really protesting by that point. I can knock out a 10 miler without problem usually so was quite surprised to be feeling it so much. At 12 miles I took a 30 seconds breather to finish off my water, but o woe! The first step I took again was awful. My knee was screamimng that it didn't want to play any more. Given that I was still 5 miles from home at this point, there wasn't much option and as walking would just make it hurt longer I pushed on. After a couple of minutes the pain subsided or I managed to ignore it. Those miles seem to stretch out horribly.
Then, at 14.7, a miracle! My wife drove by in her car, having just picked up my elder son from a friend's house. The chances of this were remarkably slim as I was out on an unusual rout down very minor roads, but it just so happened that way.
they stopped and I took on more water and a boiled sweet. She suggested she give me a lift home. I was only 2 mies away by that point and decided I may as well press on. Luckily for me I set off before she did as I only made it a few steps before I realised my knee wasn't taking me anywhere and I had to limp back to the car.
Have now iced, elevated and compressed and will rest it tomorrow, and keep to a slow 5k on Monday. Probably just the combination of distance and terrain. But it goes to show how a run can go not to plan regardless of how long you have been doing it, how far you can run etc. The difference between me now and me a year ago is I now realise it was just one bad run. It was not a failure as I still got out there and ran, and just because I couldn't make 16 today it doesn't mean I won't next week (although I need to hit 18 next week).
Still kicking myself about those missed miles though. Or i would be if my leg wasn't elevated, compressed and iced.