I’ve been on the Injury Couch for three weeks, but finally started running again yesterday in the relative cool at 6.30. I was so nervous about starting again. Worried I’d pull up with the calf strain that caused me to stop in the first place (started as a niggle that just kept growing) worried that I might have forgotten how to do it, worried that maybe I had imagined I could run at all. Well I needn’t have. I just started putting one foot in front of the other and kept going. It was that simple. Yes, the toxic ten was horrid, my stupid ‘Other Voice’ telling me during those first few minutes that I couldn’t and shouldn’t be doing excercise, that I was built for comfort not for movement. But then that voice just shut up, gave up because it wasn’t being listened to I suspect. I ended up running 4.4 k, pretty much carrying on where I left off 3 weeks ago.
Still can’t imagine being able to do 5k in 30minutes , but quite honestly it doesn’t matter to me so much anymore. Im just happy to be out there running, and I never, ever thought I’d say that when I began puffing my way through week one.