Well hello there team!!
A varied (and dull) assortment of hip/knee/leg issues and consultations with virtually every physiotherapist in East Sussex has brought me steaming back into C25K land for what should be (fingers crossed) a whistle-stop tour before I go back to B210K land (aka "Big School").
Not run for a few weeks and under strict instructions from my physio to take it easy. So the plan is to take it slow and steady and gently and pick off a run from each week of C25K. Deja-vu all over again, with some Groundhog Day for good measure.
My "physio du jour" has set me some constraints. No more than a couple of kilometres, no hills and keep my cadence at around 160. (Cadence is basically steps per minute. High cadence means more little steps, not just running faster.) My physio wants me striking on my forefoot rather than midfoot for a while. He reckons that increasing my cadence will do that. And I trust him implicitly.
So today we're off to the races with Laura in one ear and a Podrunner 160 BPM musical wasteland in the other. Just a bit of a gentle canter up and down the lane outside the house.
No proper music. No Bach. No LedZep. No "Dead Music". But I am taking my store of Emergency Jelly Babies along for the ride. They're psyched. I'm psyched. I'm also having to faff around with assorted iPod, HRM and other technologies that will all comprehensively muck me around.
"Hello. My name's Laura."
Well hello there again Laura.
I walk. I run. I walk. I run. I glance at passing cars. I say "Hello" to a few walkers. Rinse and repeat. Job done. Lots of stretching afterwards. Bit sweaty.
Any niggles? Nothing dramatic. Feels good. Left leg still intact. Right calf reminds me that I had to inflict 30 single calf raises on it yesterday. Shut up, calf.
It did feel a bit strange tho. I kept looking at my watch to see how the timing was going. Haven't done that in a long time. The "music" was effective, perhaps, but really awful. That's definitely got to get sorted out.
But a big fat tick in that box. I haven't forgotten how to run. My cadence was a lovely flat line across the countless minutes of running. Only about 1.5K of the 3.5K was actual, honest-to-God running, but that's fine.
Just nice to have trainers on and sweat a bit. And the EJBs had a nice time too. They crinkled encouragingly in their cellophane. That's what real buddies do.
Nice to be back.
Here's looking at a W2 run on Friday. Bring it on
Happy running and walking, team. We're gonna smash this!!