For the first time in my running career, I picked up an injury a couple of weeks ago. Delighted that I had managed to keep my running going despite a lot of business travel and a holiday, delighted to complete an easy 5k back on home turf and full of plans, it had to happen. You may think I pUshed myself too hard, but it was nothing to do with running and was something quite innocuous. I have a tumble dryer stacked on top of a washing machine. Loading holiday gear into the washing machine, I slipped on the pile of laundry on the floor and simultaneously banged my head on the open tumble dryer door. At first, worrying about my sore head, I didn't notice the pain in my right hip adductor. Then I realised I couldn't comfortably bear load on my right leg.
It's now 12 days since laundry-gate. Having got back to the point where I could walk without pain, I thought I would try a run yesterday morning. Anyway, a run/hobble. I joined the start line of Parkrun with no real intention of running 5k, just wanting to see if I could actually run a bit. After a couple of hundred yards, I realised doing 5k was indeed a stupid idea, so peeled off in another direction, ran a slow jog for 2.5k and came back to watch the finish.
What a treat! Runners coming in in all sorts of conditions. I have seen the faster runners before of course, because they pass me as they come back for the 2nd leg long before I finish the first. I have seen all of them just after they finish when I have been barcode scanner. But never before the effort, agony, ecstasy of almost 300 people of different levels of capability 100m before the finish line.
The good news is I have no ill effects so hope to try a proper run over a similar short distance tomorrow, and maybe I will be able to do Parkrun next weekend.