It's been a hard month; since I lost my job I fell back into depression and, not having to go to the office, I ended up housebound and binge eating (putting on 4kg in 4 weeks )
Things improved a bit last week, when I had a job interview that seemed positive, but yesterday I was informed that the company chose another candidate.
Anyway, as last night I couldn't sleep, as soon as the sky became light enough to see the path I decided to try breaking this negative mindset with a "test run", to assess the damages of a month of inactivity.
So at 3:30am I am out; I do my 1km warm-up walk and I start to run but after just three steps I feel a sharp pain in my right knee. When things like this happen to other runners I always recommend to be prudent and stop... and usually I would have followed my own advice. However today it was important to keep going; stopping and heading back home after three steps would have very likely resulted in me giving up running for good... so I bite the bullet and keep running through an ever increasing pain. I manage 2.5km before I have to stop; it is a pretty short distance but it is enough - in my head, at least - to call it a "proper run". I keep walking away from home, in the hope that the pain will ease enough to run a little bit more... but it doesn't - indeed, quite the opposite - and after a further 1.5km my knee gives up and I tumble.
So here I am, laying on a deserted path at 4:10am, unable to get up... let alone walk. It takes almost half an hour before I am able to stand and one hour and a half (and an astonishing amount of swearing) to limp my way back for the 5km that separate me from home.
Now I am laying on the couch, awaiting for my GP surgery to open and discover how much damage I've done.
This is most certainly not my luckiest period...
P.S. despite everything, the renewed appetite for running I feel now is worth all the pain; hopefully I won't get stuck on the IC for too long.