I have totally lost track of when I last ran, what with labyrinthitis earlier in the year and then just starting to get back in my running shoes and someone drove into the back of me. So, finally, after two visits to the osteopath and a couple of weeks on diazepan, I was given the all clear to go and do some Fartleks (snort!), just 15 minutes worth though. Got to start easy and slow. I was very good too, because I didn't sneak out in less days that I was told to rest, in fact, I rested for a couple extra, just to be sure that I was ok and didn't push myself back into having more time off.
It felt fantastic. Amazingly, when I did open up and push it a bit, my running style was totally different from before I started my run (excuse the pun) of bad health luck. I know this, because I bodyscan while I run, sometimes using it as meditation, really being aware of where bits of my body are at any given time and how I am moving. So, in the past, I've 'pulled' my legs forward when I run faster. I was always aware that I wasn't really pushing from the glutes. So the other day when I went out, I was really delighted to find that my sprint was really strong and really powered from the glutes. It felt great. Better than great. I wanted to run for ages, but I really did only sprint for a few short times and then ran easy around that. My Garmin was screaming that my heart rate was too high, so I've clearly lost some fitness in the 4 (ish) weeks since I last ran (pre-accident), but my Heart rate recovery really wasn't bad, it wasn't much different than before,. So I reckon a couple of weeks will have me back doing the comfortable, easy, long runs that I enjoy so much.
That is assuming my latest injury doesn't stop me from going out - today was penultimate yoga teacher training day, no breakfast again this week, as we were planning to do headstands (not me, given the recent whiplash, but I had to show solidarity by starving myself too). I'm not sure if the reduced diet, the yogo postures that squeeze the intestines or the really nasty tie yourself in knots swastika pose has caused me a mischief, but I am in bloody agony tonight. I'm praying it is a torn muscle of some sort, as I don't really fancy a trip to A&E. So, I'm in bed, going to sleep shortly, hoping that a good night of rest will sort it out, otherwise, no running for me tomorrow, boo hoo. Ever get that feeling of deja vu...........?